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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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I prey on the wolf's weakness, knowing that this is not the way I wanted this to go down. I wanted to paralyze him, to leave him helpless while I showed him his deeds, explained why it has to be this way, why he has to die. Something tells me it wouldn't have done any good for this wolf though. He's too riddled through the head. He doesn't understand anything I say but he's dangerous. He only wants to kill and keep killing. There's no room for mercy in his soul. Even as his breaths come out ragged, he continuest of fight me and I see the look of a killer in his eyes. Even in this state, he expects to kill me and consume me just like he did the others. He draws blood on my cheek and my muzzle and I can sense the pleasure he seems to take in it. I finally manage to jerk my head back and only then do I see a troubled expression on his face. His breathing only seems to get worse and yet by this point, I have no room for pity for him. He suddenly coughs and I see bright blood on his lips. My ears flick back in puzzlement but I don't hesitate to attack. I can't, not now. If he doesn't die now, he'll only kill again. I can't risk that. And so i forget my heart in this moment and grab for his neck. I'm almost surprised to find his throat in my mouth and I bite down hard, feeling the gush of blood as I puncture it. The creature doesn't put up much of a fight, like he accepted his fate and went along with it. Soon enough, he goes limp and I shake his body just in case, wanting to make sure he's not faking and waiting to spring back to life. Finally I drop him from my jaws, pretty much spitting him out. I stare down at the limp body of Seir, wishing I knew what to do at this point. I never made a plan for what happens after. I know I might need to hide the body. No one can know. As if by fate, that's when a new scent hits my nostrils and i snap my head up, yellow green eyes falling on the white wolf with the lavender eyes, the wolf I know as Anselm. It certainly could be worse but even so, I don't know how to react to being found like this by him. What will he think? There are three bodies within feet of me and one just fell limp from my jaws. I know he is no innocent. I have seen him tortured innocents before, even helped in my own urge to survive. I meet his gaze evenly even as he starts to walk toward me. He stops at the corpse I found Seir at, looking down at the empty chest cavity before he smirks and looks back at me. he then speaks and I have to prick my ears and lean forward a little to hear him. Weakness? Is he calling the innocent weak or Seir? My ears flicker in uncertainty. He watches me almost expectantly so I look back at Seir's body, thinking only of the next step I must take. "I have to get rid of the body. There can be no evidence." I speak smoothly, more confidently than I feel right now. I just know that while the other two bodies don't trace back to me, this one does. he smells of me and I can't have anyone knowing what i've done. I watc Anselm now, wondering if he'll have an idea, if he'll even want to help me. Maybe he'll just watch and laugh. Maybe he'll get bored and attack me. I never know what to expect from Anselm but this is a matter of survival. In this moment, I am not Dexter, son of Moth and Coza. I am Dexter, killer of killers, and now I have to be a pro. I have to clean up the scene and leave no trace that I was ever here. Dexter male.four years old.35', 145lbs.born to MothxCoszcotl.sibling to Amoxtli&Zeltzin.unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.tied to Taviora |
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