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Alyx. The sound echoes in his ears, the word holding no true meaning but driving the wolf to the brink of insanity nevertheless. Her masked face continues to flash before his eyes, she who had taken him away, she who had abandoned him. Fangs ravage flesh, anger roiling within his mind and body as he tears apart the remains of the meal that Tobias had already taken the best portions of. Red floods the night vision of the beast, and the other male's farewell is not even heard as he consumes and destroys. He rends the body until it is unrecognizable as wolf, aside from the ears that are left behind in the bloodied dirt. He unleashes such rage, that which he does not truly understand the source of, as he mangles the body of the wolf who had never stood a chance against him. Him and Tobias. Alyx and Tobias. Elijah. Tobias. Alyx. A furious snarl unleashes from his throat, filling the woods that surrounded him and chasing away any living being that might have lingered long enough to see Tobias walk away from him.
With one bone grinding upward snap of his jaws he snaps the spine of the corpse. Maniacally he consumes the best remaining portions of meat upon the wolf's body, casting aside fur and skin as he digs into muscle and bone marrow. Crimson stains the white of his face and flecks the insides of his ears; the color splashes down his throat and chest and even speckles his legs. He is unrelenting as he lets loose this inner madness that so consumed his very being. Until finally, finally, with a chest heaving from exertion and mad eyes dancing around the empty clearing, does he stop.
His belly gorged and all thoughts of Jaidah forgotten, he takes what little edible meat remains and drags it away, leaving trace evidence of the savagery of the Black Prince and his reaving son. An ear here, a paw there; Reaver had well and truly destroyed the body. He does not go far before he begins to mechanically dig a shallow hole in the ground, depositing the remains there so that he might return for them another day, when his lust for lupine meat saw him move away from the pack that the white temptress had forbidden he feast upon. And then he turned away, his massive form moving through the woods, back towards the plains where he knows that his mind will quiet, perhaps the only place in these vile lands that did not stir up some sickening imagery of a past he did not realize he had.
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