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I feel out of my element in this and yet I'm struggling to remain clear of mind. I know that my own survival depends on it. Anselm is a killer. His actions thus far confirm that. He will turn on me with no hesitation and my life will be over. I can't allow that to happen. It would mean the end of my research, my destiny. The end of my growing friendship with a certain princess. The end of my training with Caster. I strive to remain in the game, to be ever observant of the large white wolf and every glance he sends in my direction. I aim to be one step ahead so he can never question my intelligence. Perhaps he is useful in teaching me things Caster has not yet. We have barely moved past introductions yet Anselm has me helping him tear a wolf to pieces. Perhaps not what I had planned for myself but I have hopes that this will aide me in my future study of the other killers of Moladian. I must know everything there is to know about them and what drives them. As she digs her teeth into his shoulder, he gives me one glance and I know immediately what is expected of me. I almost pity the female because I know she is fighting for her life. She knows that this is a battle she probably cannot win and yet she doesn't surrender. She keeps fighting. I have a feeling she will go down fighting but that is not supposed to be my concern. I must get her teeth away from Anselm and that's what I plan to do. I go for her only vulnerability so far, the loose skin near her eye that Anselm left for me. I bite into it savagely, ripping and tearing the skin more and within seconds, she is snapping at my own throat, forgetting her raid on the white wolf for a moment as I cause her further agony. I take my chance, dodging her desperate teeth to grasp onto her scruff once more and pull her down by force. I can feel her struggling for all she's worth, knowing that to be held down is a death sentence for her. She will never survive this and yet she refuses to give in. That's admirable, but not enough to turn my thoughts. Even as I hold her down, Anselm follows her head, his eyes on the prize as he snaps his jaws closed on her own muzzle. I raise a brow in question but cannot speak through the mouth of fur and skin I have so I allow him to have his way, watching as he starts to crunch down onto her nose. I see it as if in slow motion. I can feel her struggling increase and her cries go up in volume, as pitiful as they are. She has no escape from this agony, not even unconsciousness to take her away from it all. She has to lie here and endure it because I will not let her go, I will not forsake my position. Anselm continues to crush his jaws even further and I can see the blood seemingly coming from nowhere as it pours from the sides of his mouth. I hear the audible sounds of bone crushing to powder and I know this must be the tip of her skull. She cries and cries and the sounds she makes are simply horrendous. I almost want to knock her out with a rock or something just to stop the cries. They pound in my head and drive me crazy. They urge me to action, to make them stop. Anselm continues his assault, even giving his head a shake or two as if to drive her further over the edge. I watch her eyes roll in her skull, as if pleading for darkness to take her to, to save her from this pain. When he finally pulls away, I see a chunk of flesh missing where her nose should be. He swallows as if a reflex and I wonder for an odd moment if he's just swallowing blood or that mysterious missing chunk of flesh. Brushing the thoughts away, I see him look at me, the expectant gleam telling me more action is needed. I am to be more than just the accomplice who holds her down. He wants more now. He licks his bloody lips and I watch as if entranced before I decide my path. The cries, I must make them stop. I release my hold on her scruff and she immediately jumps up, going at me again. She must have decided that she needs to take out the weaker one, the accomplice before she goes for the main villain. I almost envy her logic because it's probably the right way to go. She snaps at my face and throat and I back up, only to snake my neck and rush back in, watching her head and mouth in its movement. She opens wide this time, trying to take a chunk out of my chest and that's when I strike. I dive in for her parted jaws, going right into them. Some might think me suicidal, sticking my own muzzle into a dying wolf's mouth when she wishes nothing more than to rip me to pieces. I feel the blood from her own ruined nose dripping onto my head as I grip the thing I wanted most, the thing I had to have gone. Her tongue struggles and squirms in my mouth and I can hear her still trying to cry out. She had been in the process of crushing her own jaws down on my muzzle. She'd even gotten so far as to pierce the thin skin on top of my muzzle and pull blood to the surface but the moment I bit down on her tongue, she released in her sudden panic, as if knowing what's about to happen. I grip as far down her tongue as possible before I twist and pull back, jerking my head until I feel the tongue release from her jaws. She goes to cry out in her new burst of agony but it comes out as little more than a gurgle this time as blood chokes her mouth and throat. I still hold the reddened appendage in my mouth as I pull back, glancing at Anselm as if to see if this is approving to him. Remembering the significant swallow after he bit into her nose, I crunch down on the tongue before drawing it into my mouth with my own tongue. Bracing myself for whatever it may taste like, I chew then swallow, feeling the slimy chunks go down my own throat. Blood cakes my lips now and the top of my head, my hair all ruffled from where she tried to bite me. I look back to her, ready to hold her down now if she tries to move, to run. Now that the cries are silenced for the most part, I feel a little better, a little more at peace. Dexter male.two years old.35', 145lbs.born to MothxCoszcotl.sibling to Amoxtli&Zeltzin.unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.tied to Taviora |