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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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My family would never understand why I have to do these things, why I have to rid Moladian of these creatures, these killers. Zeltzin would tell me I'm no better than them for stooping down to their level. Amoxtli would try to convince me there are better ways to handle it, more peaceful ways. He's more like father than I could ever be. This is who I am though. I know that without a doubt. This is what I need to be doing. I hadn't meant for anyone to know about what I do. The less that know the better. My preference would be just me knowing. Anselm is a killer. I know that and I know some day I may have to do to him what I did to Seir. One day, his life may be mine to take. Or maybe he'll figure it out and take mine. Who knows? The future is before us and I don't know what it will bring. Having him know is not what I wanted but it's not the worst thing. He will keep my secret, if only to use as black mail. Somehow, I have to be okay with that because it's better than the alternative. I grab the wolf's meaty flank and help him carry the corpse away. I know that throwing dirt over the blood won't keep it from being smelled but at least there won't be a body there for someone to find and my blood as evidence that I was here. I also doubt the wolves who come here next will want to find a killer if it's just the young female and the elder female wolf. Neither smelled like a pack. Sure, there could be family but I will take care of that bridge when I cross it. I use my tail to sweep over the blood droplets as we walk, doing my best to clean up the mess. When Anselm stops and releases the body, I do the same, letting the corpse drop to the ground with a hollow thump sound. I cringe inwardly at the sound. I'm going to have to get used to that since I might have to handle a lot of dead bodies. He tells me to dig and he starts hinself. As he looks at me, I step over to him with no hesitation, digging across from him to make sure the hole is big enough for the body. I glance back over at the body as we work, a contemplative scowl on my lips. He's still too big and we'd have to dig all night to make it big enough. I know what I have to do. I go over to the body and grab his leg in my mouth. I use my paw on the shoulder as leverage and start to pull and twist. I work at the bones in the leg until I feel it start to give and only when I feel the skin ripping do I let my body relax even a little. I feel a little out of breath after the first leg is free. I'm going to have to get more in shape for this. I look at Anselm, hoping he understands what I'm doing and why. To demonstrate, I walk over to the hole we've dug and toss the leg in. I hear another dull thump when it hits the bottom. I catch his eye and shrug. "Got to make it fit." I mutter before I go back to the body and grab another leg. Maybe he'll just laugh at me and think I'm crazy for going to all this trouble just to cover up my crime. I don't really expect him to understand. I have a family that is nothing like me. I am the monster and they are the do gooders of Moladian. They will go on to be great and famous for their wise deeds and helpful hearts and I will just be a passing name, a no one because my great deeds are in the dark, as they should be. I will be a hunter for Taviora maybe, at least for a while. Social with my pack mates when it is necessary but otherwise thought of as a hermit. And that is the way it should be. 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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