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Somewhere deep in my mind, I know that Andras must have an ulterior motive for keeping me around. Maybe it has something to do with my mom. I know how he feels about Chernobyl. I could have felt that loathing from miles away when he ran into her in the crags. I know how he detests her but could I just be a tool for him to use against her? In these moments, I don't care. I refuse to let myself be used as a tool but at the same time, I can always turn it around for my own means later on. I will get my turn in the high ranks and I'll do whatever it takes to get there. If staying on Andras' good side while he puts it in my mom's face is the way to get it, then so be it. I could care less what she thinks anyway. She's already had her litter and replaced me and my siblings by now, the siblings I never see now. I wonder if they left Iromar or if they're still around. Guess I'll find out soon enough. Andras runs right in for the elk's back leg and I stay with him every step of the way. When he goes for the leg, I go for the neck, eager to get that jugular vein in my teeth. Of course I knew it wouldn't be as simple as biting down on the throat and ending it so I bided my time with bites that would mean something anyway. The neck is a very meaty area and full of veins so I bite hard and fast, using my powerful jaws to reap havoc on his tissue while blood seeps from all the holes I puncture with every snap. Meanwhile I can smell the blood from Andras' bites from here and I know that he was successful. The elk is thrashing about, trying to unhinge both of us while trying to escape but he won't on this day. Andras suddenly releases the leg and goes for a higher target, the back of the neck. I make sure to stay out of his way, letting him have the high bite as I wait my turn. The elk starts thrashing more to get him off and I gasp a little as Andras is almost thrown off. Somehow he manages to hang on though and I snarl and leap back in. I can hear Andras' commanding growl even as I leap for the elk's throat, wanting to feel that crimson tide rushing down my own throat. I know that this is what he wants, for me to end the elk, and it's what I want too. I want to feel that life drain away between my jaws. I want to watch its eyes grow dull and lifeless. Avery female.four years old.35', 150lbs.born to ChernobylxBeowulf.sibling to Adalmund&Aelfgar.bound to none.mated to none.betrothed to Leonidas.mother to none.tied to nowhere |