Gambit

.the large alabastor brute slunk through the shadows, his canvas being little visable in the darkness, despite how bright he was colored. he was to first get a low bounty, kill some more, then kill some more, then kill some more, and so on. he would be known among all humans, and he had his mind set. he was indeed a good fighter and hunter, and so made the killing and bounty a sport to make and a sport to get. he silently made his way to the fence, clearing it with ease. he lowered his bod and surveyed the terra firma with striking amber optics. he slunked up near a small herd of sheep, and lunged at one, white ivories glistening as they were aimed to grab the throat of one of the ugly beasts...

*Cows*

The cow was caught off-guard, but had good chance still. Gambit had missed the unprotected throat of the large beast, but instead had gotten the leg, since the cow had moved some before knowing the wolf was there. With a high and startled moo, the cow raised the leg, now bleeding and in serious pain, and started at a run around the feild. The leg pounded the ground hard, the impact making the grip harder to hold onto. Still the cow went on...

Gambit

.the white canines tore down into the soft flesh. they now became shattered in the crimson liquid. growls emitted from Gambit's throat as he bit harder, harder, harder... and harder. he could taste the crimson. so much of a great feeling as he thrust his cranium up and over the oppisit way of the cow, tearing the skin badly. powerful hinds caught the beast and they pushed off, the lupine leaping down from the tasty hide. blood was the last thing seen by the amber optics as the brute leaped again for the throat, much closer this time so the hit would be better and not miss so greatly, which had disapointed the brujo much. he again waited for the strong impact when his sharp canines would meet flesh again...

*Cow*

A heart-aching moo could be heard as the brute bit down on the throat. The pretty much helpless cow fell onto it's side, the oppisite one of the wolf, and started flailing it's hooves out into the air wildly, managing to strike the rib cage, almost resulting in a break. The flailing soon ceased with the gurgle of blood and a dieing sound. That was the end of the cow; death had taken it's caurse.

Gambit

.the brute too flailed wildly after the crash. a sharp yelp and a loud growl emitted when the hoof hit the rib cage. it was a painful hit, but Gambit kept his death-giving hold of the throat, only biting down harder, optics flashing down where blood could be seen, just dribbling down from the deep and serious wound. then feeling the beast go limp in his jaws of death, he bit harder to ensure death and then pulled away. the brujo started ripping and tearing the flesh, making a good meal and tending to his bad wound. every so often he would reach back with his head and lick at it and paw it gently and carefully, making sure not to worsen it any farther. he could feel the weakness in his legs as he tried to stand. despite a hit in the ribs, he chewed a good leg off of the dead carcass and picked it up within the power of his jaws and neck. he carefully limped out and under the fence, still carrying the leg tightly in his maw. he would eat this and then head to the lady. he knew he would need some human help. if not some, a bit.