Guardian Angel |<3| open!

The day was favorable for the african wild dog, his ears flicking back with a lazy intension to continue his nap. the sun was hot, beating down on anything and everything in the area. Those that didn’t have the opportunity of shade were stuck without hope other than to hope mother nature favored upon them while those that did were safe during the hottest hours of the day. The wild canine rolled onto his side and stretched out, appearing as only a part of the dirt beneath him as the tall, dry grasses concealed him from view. He was relatively safe from other, larger opponents, at least until they decided to start snooping around.

He huffed out a breath before continuing to pant, jaws parted slightly to better draw in air, dark eyes gazing at the grass before him, swaying in the stiff, humid breeze, which provided no relief whatsoever. The canid, by the name of Taliesin, knew that if he didn’t have the shade, he wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable as he was at the moment. But he knew he had to get moving, his daylight was beginning to fade, as was the heat, and since he had no group for protection at night, he had to do his hunting and traveling during the day, when the sunlight was on his side. So, with that in mind, he rose to his paws and stretched out, hind end rising up in the air while his upper body dipped down, a massive yawn splitting his jaws with a bone cracking intensity.

Once he’d reached a nice level of flexibility and looseness, he straightened up and shook himself out, stray dust particles and pieces of dried grass fluttering down to the ground from his pelt when he did so. Even with his earlier dust bath, he still showed through as far as the markings on his pelt went, but it was only more camouflage, so he wasn’t complaining by any means. The African let out a short yip of excitement and started off towards a better section of prairie as far as prey was concerned; planning on returning to his napping spot for the night after he’d hopefully caught a meal or found an old carcass. He knew his luck wasn’t always good, but he had gorged well on his last meal a few days ago, so his continued lack of food was only barely beginning to be a worry.

Taliesin took his time, nose tipped up to catch the breeze, the different numbers of scents catching his attention. He turned, surveying his surroundings, and caught sight of a large gathering of buzzards, as well as what looked like a smaller predator. He trotted closer, ears slipping forward as he came to attention, noting with amusement that the unfortunate recipient of the buzzards’ attentions was another, smaller than Tal canine. Poor thing. The canine thought, grinning lopsidedly, the expression growing to a smirk as he took in the scent of a freshly killed member of the ungulate family. Perhaps a wolf or pack had been recently driven off after the kill, or not. He moved in closer, settling closer to the ground as he took in the situation.

Four occupants around the kill were large buzzards, all cawing and snapping their beaks, fighting amongst themselves about who got to eat first and how much they got to eat. Meanwhile the canine was gorging on it’s massive meal. That was about to change. Taliesin grinned and erupted from the bushes shortly behind the feline and it’s feathered companions, snarling and snapping at them, getting them to scatter like buckshot. He slowed to a stop, paws nearly touching the fresh kill, grinning in a baring of teeth. After a few moments of making sure his point got across, the African wild dog dug into his meal with a vicious fervor.

He tore skin from muscles, muscles from bone, and even went at the marrow as best he could given the strength of his jaws. The African was stuffed within a short amount of time, and was more than ready to take a long nap before his nightly explorations. But he definitely wanted to take some for the road. The canine surveyed what remained of the kill and tore off a mainly intact hind leg, hefting it into his jaws and trotting off with it, tail flicking, ears flickering, stuffed and eager for his nap.

x-- basically a really crappy first post that i stole off of my boyo's bio. because i'm lazy and wanted threads anyways.