I'm just like you baby, I'm on the HUNT.
01-14-2017, 07:59 PM
With a ferocious growl of his ringing in the air, he endured the pain of several kicks to his flank. There would undoubtedly be some bruising caused by the cow's retaliation, but he could feel her growing weak as the blood spilled over his teeth and tongue. The taste of her was utterly satisfying after a long hunt and several days without eating, he could feel his saliva mixing into a pink froth around his lips as he bit down harder and swing his body side to side, causing his teeth to pull her veins out from her skin so that she would bleed faster.
He could tell the others were putting in work by how few and far between her kicks to his flank were becoming. He could feel a warm rush of blood trickling down his back leg with her next blow, he knew he had to end this fast. He let go of her throat but in a split instant, he clamped back down with his teeth slicing into even more of the meat of her throat. Finally, he felt her spill and grow weaker than ever. He felt the life siphon out of her dramatically as she fell to the ground and before long, he was able to let go and relax the muscles of his aching jowls. Wounded, he stood tall and proud as he looked around to those that had aided him in this hunt. It was a short lived moment before instincts took in and the beast began ripping into the very same kill wound, eating her alive as she took her last breaths. His stomach was yearning for this, the taste of the bison akin to something otherworldly as it slid past his tongue and fueled his strength. If any interrupted him, they would be met with a sharp growl though he knew better than to fall short on his side of the bargain.
Once he was finished eating enough to sate the edge of his hunger, he twisted his bloodied neck to look for the one he'd made a deal with. He gave her a nod of approval for her to approach and take what she needed. Skinning a bison was no easy feat, he imagined.. so for now he remained quiet as he watched and learned her strategy for it's removal. A few pelts for a den of his own wasn't a bad idea, so he hoped to leave with the knowledge of the trade after his watch.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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