~~Untamed Heart and Soul~~I do not stop until I feel flesh, even in the slightest bit, upon my teeth. I taste the slightest bit of blood as my teeth scrape over the top of his muzzle. I feel my tongue rush over my teeth, the words of the wolf still not registering. I can feel every muscle of mine trembling in anger. I feel it like it is boiling inside of me, like I am a super heated sun about to explode. I want to kill everyone and anyone in site. I want them all to suffer as my mother did. I want them all to be ripped to shreds, spread across the earth for insects to feast upon. My desire to death and revenge grow hot, and they only intensify with even the smallest successful hit.
I keep on going. My jaws keep on snapping. My eyes are wide, insane and ready to taste blood, to drink it as an elixir of my insanity. I cannot stand the sight of him or her. I cannot quite tell who is who, images morphing in my head. My brother was no help. He was no fighter. He was nothing just a wuss. He was a wuss from the start. Yet I see the killer overlayed on his face, her hideous face, her terrible scars and lust for blood. It is confusing in my mind.
As I attempt another go, I feel a paw come slap me across the face. It feels like a stone being thrown right at me. I mind my body pausing, tense still, my form of brindled grays freezing for but a moment. I see Tristian, my blood still on fire as I let my eyes set upon him. I see him, I see his face, and I feel only hatred for him. I stand in attack position with my dark hackles ruffled. I snarl one vicious snarl, my deadly teeth lashing out at him, but not enough to touch skin or fur. It is one last lash out, one last warning before my voice rings out in a shrill scream.
"I hate you," I snarl, before I huff out furiously. I feel my teeth gritting together, as I suddenly turn upon my grey brindled legs. I ran quickly, like a beast of wind. I do not turn back to look at him. I do not say anything else. I feel the aching on my paws, the pain of my flesh where I suffered from wounds of my own. I even feel blood running down my leg. I do not care. All I know is, I never want to see him again. I never want to lay my eyes on him again. I will go back to Glorall, where I belong, I will plot my revenge...and he will have no part in my life anymore. I know that I am fast than him, and I run at top speed with my wet fur, heading towards Glorall. Someone will pay for this, mark my words...
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