Rain thundered down, creating small rivers around his paws, the ground too dry to absorb the torrential downpour. Balder had never experienced anything quite like it in his life. Everything here was different. The pack had traveled for moons upon moons to find this place. Even crossing oceans to reach their new home, a feat that was quite the endeavor in and of itself. They had lived for so long as beasts, conquering the wilds and avoiding the human world. Fierce snarling reached his ears, breaking him from his thoughts, and the massive brute’s head turned to watch as his followers tore into the fresh kill pile, only three of the strange, orange-furred deer they had found leaping across the dusty landscape available for the feast. Balder …show more content…
Every scrap and bone was worth fighting for in their minds. The beginnings of a warning growl rumbling in his throat was enough to catch their attention, and their eyes darted his way, uncertain and wary. "There is no need for this squabbling," he reminded them. "There will be time for more hunting once the rain ends." The subordinates dipped their heads respectfully, their voices quieted as they separated the meat between themselves with forced restraint under the watchful eye of their alpha. Rising to his paws, Balder approached the carcasses, the subordinates gorging themselves on the fresh meat quickly scattering as if they expected punishment. Balder couldn’t blame them their reaction. Nine months was not yet long enough to erase the fear Elias had created in his packmates. They still expected violence from him, especially in regards to food. He didn’t let himself dwell on the thought, there were other matters that needed his attention, one in …show more content…
Dog and wolf at once. Elias would have been furious. Surely torn her to shreds on sight. How lucky she was his old leader was no longer the one in charge. Unease washed over him as he noted her muzzle was bound. “She was getting mouthy,” one of her guard’s explained. “So we shut her up.” He seemed quite proud of himself, but his confidence withered when Balder’s piercing gaze offered little in the way of approval. “Unbind her,” he ordered, placing the meat at his paws to free his own mouth. They hesitated for a moment or so longer than he would have liked, but a simple narrowing of the eyes was enough to move them to action, fingers quickly untying and prying off the rope. “Wait outside,” he commanded next, and the guards quickly saw themselves to the mouth of the cave. Once they were out of earshot he settled back on his hindquarters, pushing the chunk of flesh closer with a
Everyone faces varying degrees of peer pressure at least once in their lifetime, but what matters is how one reacts. In Bad Haircut—a collection of short stories—the author, Tom Perrotta, examines the effect of peer pressure on the main character, Buddy, in a comical yet informative light. Buddy faces peer pressure consistently and ends up associating with the wrong people, due to a lack of backbone. Yet Buddy is different and a better person than those who he associates with because he is compassionate and able to recognize that he is a follower; therein lies the irony that only the reader sees Buddy’s merit while the other characters only see the results of his friends’ poor judgment.
With the evolution of the hunt and its successive reenactments, all the boys portrayed some aptitude for violence. During a hunt, the boys did not just kill the sow for its meat, but also, they killed it for the fun of it. Jack would “stab downward with his knife,” as Roger “moved the spear forward inch by inch and the [Pig’s] terrified squealing became a high-pitched scream,” all until “Jack found the throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands.” The hunters laugh at the sight of Robert’s spear and shouts “Right up her ass!” (135). The killing of this sow is horrific and truly demonstrates the boys’ faculty for cruelty. What one must take from this is that they do not just simply kill the pig, rather, they do everything they can to deal as much pain as can possibly be done. Even more so, they enjoyed the act and were very proud of it. Following hunts, the boys usually throw a feast, and at a particular one, later on in the story, shows just how violent any of the boys can get:
All spring and summer the townsfolk spoke about the three bodies that had been found, mangled and slashed. Now, had the three men headed the warning and stayed away from the old man’s house they would still be alive. Instead they were tempted by the greed in their hearts for the money the terrible old man was said to have possession of. This drove them to enter through his gate and knock on the door. They believed that because he was an old man, he would be feeble and week, making him an easy target for
During his first day on his job at a slaughterhouse, Jurgis observes pigs as they are about to be slaughtered. Sinclair describes the scene as “appalling” with squeals of hogs so loud that it was “perilous to the eardrums” (Sinclair 36). The hogs were lined up on their way to their end, with no way back. As they reached closer and closer to their doom, men would place chains on one leg of each hog. They did not yet
In the book, Sign of the Beaver, a young boy like Matt is left alone to take care of his family’s cabin for a little while. During this time, Matt meats the Indians, the only other people near his home. After spending some time with him, Matt befriends an Indian boy named Attean. One day while wondering alone in the forest, Matt found Attean’s dog caught by the hind leg in a nasty steel trap. The dog growled and snapped at Matt, but Matt felt pity on him anyway. Matt made the compassionate and correct decision when he endeavored to aid the dog in his escape. The dog needed his help, the feat helped their relationship, and afterwards, the tribe welcomed the dog’s savior.
I think that Chew On This was shocking. I'm surprised by how many injuries there are in a slaughterhouse I think there are way more than 10 injuries. Some facts that I learned from reading this book is that chickens can run around without their head and that some foods are made with food dye. Before we use to get our meats from ranchers but now we get our meats from feedlots which don't treat their animals right. I think that’s shocking because you would think when an animal that doesn't have a head can still run
After Jack breaks away from Ralph’s group, he creates his own tribe of hunters (127) and his abuse of power worsens. With his newfound power, he allows violence to run rampant. The violence begins with his psychopathic tying up and beating of his follower, Wilfred, for no expressed reason (159). Jack’s power abuse does not end with...
What do Adolf Hitler, women’s hairstyles, television, and the Olympics have in common? They were all big parts of the 1930s. It was a time of amazing accomplishments, style, and new and amazing inventions. It was also a time of political unrest and tragedies. Some of the styles, people, life, events, and inventions that took place in the 1930s have continued to impact our lives into the twenty-first century.
“Death came in the form of a pneumatic nail gun that was placed against their heads and fired. The gun is designed so that the nail never completely leaves the gun, but simply is blown into the animal's head and then pulled out by the butcher as the animal co...
They acted savagely, not knowing what they were doing. The boys did not take a second look at what their actions were. They had let their malicious urges control them. He came to be disguised. He may come again even though we gave him the head of our kill to eat.
all the hunted animals convey connotations of evil, and this is doubtless the reason why the author of the poem seems so involved in the outcome of the hunts and never tires of triumphantly describing the final slaying of the pursued animals. (Howard 85)
The intense stares of people could be seen as we all walked up to the judging table. The only sounds heard, was the distant bleating of sheep, and the clucking of chickens. As I took a few deep breaths, I was now trembling. This was it. This was the Spring Livestock Show. My eyes slowly met those of my parents amongst the crowd. I felt my cheeks get hot, as if I had seen my crush. The judge finally reached my cage and said, “ Good Morning.” After realizing I had been spoken to, I roughly choked out, “ I’m Great.” He took my rabbit out of the cage, and continued to examine him. As my rabbit was placed back in the cage, I let out a sigh of relief, as I hoped for this all to be over.
...here was a blazing ferocity awaking within him. In desperation, he placed his hand son her shoulders as his remorseful eyes bore into hers. To say that she was somewhat dazed by his self-assurance would be an understatement.
He has a response to his post. Armin and Bernd connect for the first time, facing each other through distant screens. A flurry of emails and online chats ensue and over the next month, they indulge in each other's fantasies. They speak only to their truths, their wants. Bernd describes what he wants to be done to his body in great detail and plays with the ideas of ways to be eaten. They discuss all the criteria that they would need for a meeting to be perfect. They create an ideal scenario online. Bernd types, “Thanks for your mail. You really turn me on…Winter with the temperature at around 5 to 15 degrees below freezing is good weather for slaughter. Great to be naked and tied in weather like that and to be driven to the slaughter. Where you then stun me and I collapse. You then hang me up, jerking, and cut my carotid artery. Warm blood flows. Everything goes routinely. I don’t have any chance to escape my slaughter at the last moment. It’s a real turn-on, the feeling of being at your mercy being in your possession. Having to give up my flesh” Bernd entertains the idea of Armin labeling his cuts of meat with paper and pinning it to him. Armin responds, “It’ll be awesome, anyway. Your tasty body on show like that. Spicing it…Tying you up will be no problem, I’ve got a rope and some cuffs for your hands and feet. I’ll really enjoy the bit with the needles. I’ll see if I can get hold of some really long ones.