The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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The wolf manages to eat the corpse's heart before I can get to him. He ate someone's HEART. If that's not creepy, I don't know what is. It's almost tradition to eat the heart of your first kill as a growing wolf but that's elks and deer and rabbits, not another wolf. Not the same species. Only monsters kill their own kind. I will soon be one of those but my own breed of monster. As he bends to take another bite, I launch at him, pinning him to the ground but he starts snarling and snapping, his fang raking across my cheek in his mad attack as I pull my head back. I can already feel the warmth of blood trickling down my cheek but I try to ignore it, my anger pouring out of me in words yelled into the face of the wolf below me. He seems not to understand any of it though, his body freezing for a few moments but then he burts upward, grabbing my muzzle in his jaws. I feel them crushing and I try to shake free but he shakes his head with it, his teeth scraping across the top and bottom of my muzzle. With a snarl, I finally jerk backwards, more blood leaking into my mouth now from the open gashes on my my muzzle and I snap back at his face, just to keep him out of reach. He is breathing rough, like he's out of breath and I wonder if he's not in so good of shape. I know I was supposed to have a plan. I was supposed to have herbs to help me, to plan this better and take him out the right way but here I am and he's already seen my face. If I go now, he'll probably hunt me down. I have to end this now. Judging by his ragged breaths, I'd say he can't last much longer. And yet I feel no pity for him. He killed other wolves. He took innocent lives. He deserves what he gets, every bit of it. Words won't work on him. I won't get the answers I want from him. So instead I'll just have to do what I set out to do. I have to kill him. With no warning, I lunge at him, trying to barrel into his chest with my shoulder. I figure if he can't breathe right, his chest is a weak point. I snap up at his face and neck, trying to run him over and then I'll go for the kill shot. If he dodges, I'll run past and circle around, coming at him from the side to try to barrel into his ribcage and grba onto the side of his neck. 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 |