His weight is no easy feat to shift, my muscles seemingly straining as I shove into him, uprooting him like some forest beast. He hits the earth with a satisfying thud, my own weight crashing down atop him and into a writhing mess of limbs. I take my prize without hesitation, my head ducking between legs until I find the thick fibrous muscles of the hamstring. It is a bundle of muscle so very important; we take it down first when we hunt for prey, after all. I take it as if plucking a flower, gently at first before digging into it. Blood practically seems to erupt from the initial wound and I swear I can taste the adrenaline on the back of my tongue. The crimson bleeds out across my face, the warmth of it all a stark difference to the brisker winds of autumn. I feel him squirm beneath me but I do not stop; I merely swallow down the blood and fur. I have taken from him his greatest strength, his trump card over me. This is success. This is the product of my efforts finally come to fruition. It is the pinnacle of several years of life. Who would have thought such a moment might still feel and taste like a mere hunt.
He kicks me, then. It is a hard blow to my face, dislodging the flesh from my jaws. It pulls away neatly, my eye forced close by the impact. It is why I do not see the way he rises so defiantly until I turn to face him with a snarl, my jaws red and teeth bared for the world. I take a slow step forward, feeling the tensile strength of my leg failing behind me. It quivers before jutting back closer to my body, a seemingly useless thing now. Still, I stand braced and as ready as ever, my fur standing on end, tipped and matted with dirt, saliva and blood.
"We all live through taking the lives of others." I respond levelly to him, my lips rising into a sneer, an almost chuffed laughter forcing its way from my ragged breathing. "If I am evil, than you are too. Living itself is evil."
There is silence then between the two of us, a battle of willpower. It turns the air stale. It is then that I hobble forward once more, forcing speed out of myself as I lunge. This time, it is for the throat. I make it clear, a clear warning that I will not hesitate to tear it apart. Then, I will take two burdens from him. If he is so concerned with evil, than I will show him it, and I will take it from him.