SILENCE. That is all that is left now. That and blood, lots and lots of blood. The crimson liquid stains the earth, tainting its beauty with injustice at the killing that has taken place. The wind cries out against the violence, slashing against a bloodstained, charcoal pelt angrily, demanding punishment for the deed he had done The only thing is, this isn’t the first time he has played god, and it wouldn’t be the last. That crimson poison falls from slack jaws back onto the light grey carcass that now lay unmoving before him. It twitches though, one last slight movement that a normal eye would not quite catch. The beast catches it though. A growl rips out from his inner being and rumbles out to the ears that dare listen as mouth parts to reveal bloodstained daggers. With uttermost speed, his jaws slam down upon the wolf’s throat, cutting arteries and vitals blood lines as life is sucked away. The wind howls against the trees, crashing into the murderous tank that holds on to his prey in such an insane way it looks frightening.

IT had been quick, but within the mind of the killer it was slow and deliberate. The ordeal would plague his thoughts for days and days until the hunger would overcome him and once more, he would create chaos. The beast had waited, drawing the loner out with the small morsel he had to eat a while ago. The wolf appeared through the thicket, slowly, as if knowing his death was eminent. His steps were slow, a nervous flutter slide along his body while the beast watched coolly. Patience is a virtue he once lacked but here, it gave him satisfaction. He could practically smell the fear that had rolled off the young male. Nose had lifted as he inhaled the intoxicating perfume of death forthcoming. As the male stopped and turned in the direction opposite of Malikye, that’s when the move was made. He had slunk forward like a wraith, silence ensuing as eyes of worry look upon such a horrific scene. He waits, purposefully, for the male to turn and face him. The satisfaction he gets when this finally occurs is enough to send a shiver along his spine. Those amber orbs lock onto his own silver specked crystals and for a second, all time stands still. Horror slides into that young gaze as Malikye’s own lips curl back to reveal the tools that would soon dissect.

EARS flatten against a massive skull as he releases the long dead boy from before him. He breathes, heavily he breathes for this always takes a toll on an already destroyed mind. Muscled frame shudders before a snarl rips out from his gritted teeth. He shakes himself, tongue sliding out to grasp the blood that threatens to drip from the hairs upon his maw. Clouds move ahead, blocking the brutal scene from the purity of the moon, seeming to darken this already dark woodland. The wind ceases its desperate pleas, silencing for a moment to give Malikye a break. Shadows seem to leap up from the world below, coming to latch onto his tainted pelt and slide into his pores, darkening his soul. His breathing slows, previously dilated pupils returning to normal. But then, oh but then, just as Dr. Jekyll was consuming Mr. Hyde, another had dared to enter this scene.

SILENCE breaks.

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