Pain is a tireless companion, a constant burn in my leg as I use it to press my weight forward. It is a constant thing, yes, but that does not mean it cannot be ignored. It is like hunger in such a way, and that is a feeling I am all too used to. For now, it is but a secondary thought as I feel his flesh part over my teeth. I do not get the result I had intended for and he moves beneath me, seemingly walking further and further into my jaws. Still, I will not release. I will continue to grind down, separating flesh from fat and fur from skin. I can see the blood running down his neck and feeding into the earth. So this is domination. It is a pleasant feeling above all else. It is when he grows close enough to my chest that I can feel his breath that a hiss of a growl comes crawling from my throat. Instinctively, I step back and away, but he persists. It is time, I suppose, to relinquish my prize. With a thrust, I shove his head down and away, giving myself that split moment to break free from him and place some foot or two of distance between us. There is still a subtle feeling of heat over my chest, his teeth having clipped the flesh just moments before I had taken my distance.
I do not have time to inspect whatever he might have done, however. Instead, I rush him, moving my trajectory just barely so that I might come at him from an angle. My leg quivers and burns, yes, but is it but fuel for my desires. I can feel the muscle wavering, my three other limbs picking up where it cannot take off. It is an awkward gait, yes, uncomfortable but necessary.
As I rush him, I lower my head. I intend to ram my shoulders into his rib cage, shoving my weight upwards and toppling him to the dirt. Whatever the measure, I will put him on the ground and when I do, I will take the greatest prize of them all and put an end to his own hopes. It is necessary. It is but a part of life. I am simply enacting nature's will.