?No need to feel bad, no, no. I will put you back together again, you will see, you will. Be patient.? The little fiends voice carried through the forest with an eerily youthful giddiness. His chiming blabber hardly faltered as he snuffled at the mottled creature laying before him. Its once lucid pelt was smudged with dark earth and crimson blood, leaving it a rather pitiful thing. Verrϋckt was not one for pity however, and had wasted no time in nipping at it?s stomach and revealing all its gory little secrets. Now hollow and mangled, the carcass was hardly even recognizable as a hare. The exposed innards were strewn atop the snow in a vulgar disarray. This prey had clearly never been meant for food, only play. Verrϋckt knew that he had been lucky to find the thing, but he merely spat in the face of such gratitude's. Why should he bother? His best interests would likely be meet with the devils afterlife anyways.
Finally having satisfied his curiosities, he was through with his catch. Raising his head, he examined his mess. The scene was a pleasing contrast from the stark whiteness of the snow, and he bobbed his head in a jittery sort of nod. He was pleased with his work. Twirling from the mutilated corpse, he pranced a few paces away. Here he tunneled through the hoard of snowflakes, beginning to gauge a hole in the dirt. Torrents of the brown grit were cast upon his forelegs and across his face and chest, a filth hardly noticeable against his pelts peppered decor. This only pleased him further, and he leaned his weight into his digging paws until he was happy with the hole. With a lively hum, he skipped around the bloodied wonderland, dragging the graying extremities into his hollow. As the last of the organs were stored away within the earth, he collected as much of the disturbed dirt on top of his treasures as he could.
?There. Together, you see?? He danced atop the grave, flattening the horrid mound.
?I am a seedsman, that I am. I have planted a rabbit, come and see. Up and up will it grow, spawning little rabbit toes.? His maniacal tunes were lifted in a rather singsong voice, a pleasantry to his own ears. He was almost always uttering some nonsense, for he seemed to enjoy the melodies of his own tongue.
In the midst of his frolic, he caught the eye of the skeletal mass of the hare that once was. It was the only thing left of the creature, apart from the smatterings of blood, and he had nearly forgotten it already. Sashaying from his buried prizes, he placed himself beside the bony heap of skin. His shoulders dropped in a play bow, his head lowering to stare at his victim. He found it strange that it looked so forlorn. It had quite blatantly lost. Verrϋckt had won.
?Why the long face mardy bum? Do not grovel over your defeat. That is a poor sport. Bad, bad, you should be ashamed.? A trilling giggle escaped his muzzle then, his sudden breath shifting the skeletons gore flecked fur. The little brutes tail swayed rather dog-like above him, rocking his hips. Tilting his neck, he rested his cheek against the ground, orbs still locked on the dead hare. For just a moment he was still, bowed and utterly still. It did not last long. The jitters soon shoot him from his awkward stance, and his skittish steps carried him away from the rabbit as if it had suddenly lost his interest. He returned to the patch of upturned soil, sitting himself upon the cold dirt.
The slightest quivering of his nose gave way to an array of wolf scents. His eyes squinted as he spied further through the trees; into the now apparent pack lands. The thought of other wolves made him scuttle his fore-paws with glee. He loved being close to his own species, surrounded by bodies enceinte with their ulterior delicacies. They would be forbidden morsels, but perhaps he just found it nice to tease himself with the flesh he had become so strangely attached to. His muddy eyes shimmered, and his skin writhed with fatal anticipation.
?Come play with me!? He shrieked his beckon towards the packs territory, ears leaning forwards in hopes that someone was nearby.
"Speech!" -
Thought
Word Count: 730
Tags: Amenti Wolves
