The black monster slides through the shadows of the free lands for the first time in several moons, as he has not feasted in some time. His stomach rumbles, beckoning him further from the plains and in search of an easy meal. Pups had been born recently, and that meant careless mothers who left them alone for too long, or let them wander too far from the den. Pups had a sweeter taste to them, their blood and organs young and fresh, unlike some older wolves. Jaidah had not allowed him to feast upon the annoying puppies born to Asteraia, and he had to deal with Cuirass, whom had sought him out to be his mentor. The demons inside of him had grown restless, so he wandered to appease them.
He is lucky this night, to stumble upon an unguarded den. The whimper of pups causes his black ears and eyes to shoot in the direction, immediately stalking towards it. The mother was simply a loner, out to hunt for her children, leaving them unguarded. He slips in, the pups yelping and trying to retreat as far back into the den as possible, but he is relentless. They try to snap at him, huddled together to protect themselves, but he snaps one up like a blinding flash, snapping its neck as it lets out a pitiful yelp. It hangs lifeless in his jaws before he drops it, lashing out and doing the same to the other puppy that remained alive and cowering. He picks up both of their bodies and carries them outside before laying down and ripping into one of them.
He feasts upon the kidneys first, his favorite part. His ominous grey mask painted red with blood. He hollows it out, picking it clean but allowing it to keep its head with his fearful expression still written all over it, even in death. When he has taken all that he can from the body, he leaves it for the mother to find, to learn that the creatures of the night were unforgiving to pups left unattended. He picks the other lifeless pup within his jaws and rises, stalking back into the shadows, his eyes just as soulless as ever.
He decides to finish his meal within the caverns that he had called his domain before moving to the plains. Yet, upon arrive, it is clear that he would not be alone. His nares are filled with the scent of other wolves and a snarl rolls through his chest as he stalks in, black eyes staring at the group that had huddled into the caves. He eyes them all, finding the smallest, weakest members first and singling them out, should his meal not be sufficient enough. He notes the wolf he has seen from Asteraia, making sure to leave her at peace to do as she pleases, but the others were fair game, including the other pack wolves. He spots two small females, sisters, and he stalks behind them, plopping down in the shadows not to far off and continuing his meal, yet his black eyes are always watching them, waiting for them to run or make a wrong move.
(9 years/Damned to/Tortures/Kills for Asteraia)
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