Rage

Rage moved across the land, the land in which he had last seen his mother and siblings. Hoping maybe one of the would return. But what did it matter? It wasn't as if he would talk them any ways. No, Rage was a silent creature, a silent beast with a fire inside that could explode and cause him to go on such a rage, the world would fear him.

He stood tall, though not as tall as his 200 lbs wieght would normally grant him. His legs were thick, his body was thick, his head was larger and more broad than any normal wolf. His coat a metalic gray that stood out rather well from the grass. His eyes were a bloody colored orange. Staring around lifelessly here and there.

Moving down to a small stream he looked at his reflection. Growling for just a bit, he hated what he saw. A large fore paw lunged at the water to make the reflection go away. But it only caused it to ripple and disfigure. Then reashape into him once again.

Sin

Sin usually went out often in his old town to hunt for wolves or other creatures. Usually to tranquilize them to bring them home for his father to fight. Now, however, it was his turn to fight the dogs and he wanted a good tough creature for the job.

He sat under a tree in the fields. Looking out across toward the river. He knew even dogs had to drink, and so he waited. Soon his eyes spotted Rage, and he aimed his gun. Taking a good hold, and then firing.

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Rage jumped at the sound, but it was too late, and the tranquilizer seeped into his blood stream. He was soon knocked down and the sturdy human walked up. Taking the wolf by his scruff and hauling him toward his truck before throwing him into one of the two cages in the bed. After securely locking it he shut the bed and drove to a second location to find a second creature.