Fancy Seeing You Here

His calculations with the fawn were correct and as he saw the blood spill the fawn panicked and tripped, crashing into the ground and hearing Alarik yelp. Yet he wasn’t going to take any chances and didn’t waste any time. The dark brute’s jaws wrapped around the fawn’s throat and viciously he shook his head, ripping into the flesh and airways of the young creature. He showed no mercy, there was no reason to, hunger was a life or death situation. Vulcan would feast today, and this fawn would never see the light of day again.

Blood stuck to his dark maw, looking up at the brute and his tail flicking. “I’m not a healer,” he grumbled, “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he said, though he could care less if he had to be honest. “Eat, you’ll feel better probably,” he said and lowered his skull. He bit into the back of the fawn, hungrily eating at the flesh and meat, drinking down the blood like the predator he was.