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Posted on March 29, 2015 at 12:28:22 PM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
It is a curious thing, the way the elder male does not make a move. He could easily clip off the younger male's ears if he so desired, or chew into his face like a savage boar. Instead, he merely speaks, a single word that raises my brow so slowly. Why? It is a folly question, one that does not even require an answer. It is life, after all. Life is followed by death; death comes for the weak sooner. He had surely been expecting this. Or perhaps he is bothered by the fact that is another of his kind that performs the duty? Does he expect sleep to take him, or perhaps a cougar? This other male, he merely performs the work of the natural order. I merely watch. It is all there is to it. There are no questions to be asked.
It is only when the male speaks that I make a move. From the treeline, I break out slowly, several slow steps until I am in view. It is then that he begins to shred at the male, tearing into the back of his neck with a particular kind of savagery. Still, I merely watch, idle in my intentions. It is most interesting to see this performed. It is of particular interest to watch as the flesh breaks apart, crumbling almost. The sounds - wet, dull, no different to the sound of a hare crunching between one's own teeth. That has always captivated me. How strange it is that we still sound the same in death that our prey does. I wonder if he thinks the same thing as he chews away into the raw flesh.
Eventually, things will end. One will crumble and the other will stop with his seemingly ceaseless barrage. It is then that I will step forward entirely, sniffing at the bloodied air before my tongue lashes out, rolling across my muzzle with a certain hunger. There is such a tension here now; it ebbs and flows and yet, this silvered male seems almost pleased.
"Does it satisfy you?"
I ask him finally, standing and watching the body sink into the earth. The ground is wet with blood it seems, his work surprisingly sloppy. I had expected a quick disposal. His actions had seemed so precise up until the moment of his attack. Still, I wonder. It cannot be helped. It is a most strange thing to do, after all, to enact the will of nature. Or so, they say it is at least.