I am the horror you created;

the mind fuck you instigated

There was that burning feeling in the back of her mind as she is sucking the life from the prey animal. She was well aware that he had been lurking within the same area, the familiar scent of her old companion could not go unnoticed so easily. It is upon this truth that she desires to bring the beast to its death; perhaps in an effort to draw him further in so that she may share his presence once again after so many years.

The last gasp from the deer’s nose is released and its eyes slowly grow dull, the air is heavy with stench of death and it is now when the dark one comes to she and her kill. Their kill. He approaches silently, though his hackles are risen and his lip drawn upward in a snarl as a low growl reverberates within his chest. His arrival has her own hackles reaching upward as she releases the throat of the animal, though she does not challenge him, she accepts his existence as favorably as if he were family. She has exceeded his size in the years passing and yet he was one who took her beneath his darkened wing when she was young and incapable of creating such mass disaster as he had demonstrated. In some twisted way, he was much like a brotherly figure to her, even as she now looks down upon him in these fleeting moments.

He was always commanding of things that of which he may or may not deserve. Stella had always known this to be a fact as she grew with him by her side. And yet there were times when he put into a place in which he had never been forced into until his judgment day was upon him. For this truth alone, she allows him to find a place at the side of the kill as she traversed to the opposite side and begins to tear into the fleshy hide of the creature at the rear as he begins to savor the fruits of her labor in the same moment.

His murmured claim was ignored as she kept to her portion of the carcass, consuming only half of what she normally would have simply because of the idea that she was now in the graces of Diveen and meals came far more often than not when the pack set out to kill. Her fill is finished and she picks a bone from the pile of flesh and blood to gnaw upon as she reclines a short distance away.

It came to no surprise when he uttered something of the pack scent that clung to her tousled fur - it was only a matter of time before he became aware of such happenings anyhow. She understands what communication Tobias uses when he is around others, for she reverts back to these instinctual and feral notions more often than not when in social situations. The tension that now radiates from his slender form tells all that he does not. Of course it would not please him to know that she now resides with those who tore him to pieces, yet she does not do so out of meaningless reasons. Glacial eyes lazily move to him as she continues to grind teeth against bone, holding it between her paws as she does so, before she breaks off the end of it and crushes the rest between her jaws. As if saying; “Yes?”

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | king's guard