Shook hands with the devil

He should have begged for his life. He should have cowered before her. Wet himself. Vomited due to anxiety,  but he was so blind. So very,  very blind to his own demise. His death was staring him in the face with one blazing yellow eye.  

The man spat out words of ownership and Resin actually smiled.  A full on smile. Something that she rarely ever did. He was a fool. A dead,  nameless fool. He tried to rush her and she stepped easily into him causing him to bounce hard off of her chest.  His jaws were wide and had been aiming for her face,  but he was angry and anger made you stupid.

Resin allowed his teeth to collide with her shoulder. There was pain,  but pain was trivial and it was nothing compared to what he would suffer.  His teeth lodged in her shoulder simply held him where she wanted him.  If he was biting her, he couldn't bite Tamsyn. That was all that mattered.  This was all about Tamsyn.

The womans jaws opened wide and she sank her edged teeth into one of his ears. Resin never used teeth and it felt glorious to sink them into flesh once more. The flesh of an enemy was so different than the flesh of prey. And this man was grade-A enemy.  With her teeth in his ear, she could feel him struggle.  The more he struggled, the more the serrated edges sheared through his ear. In the end,  he tore his own ear off.

Resin spat the lump of flesh aside. He was howling and snarling but she had yet to put in much effort. Again he launched himself forward and again she sidestepped, giving him her left shoulder each time. Blood welled from the fang marks in her shoulder,  but blood ran in rivers from the hole in his head.

This time as he bit into her shoulder,  Resin sank her teeth in just behind the man's skull. He seemed to know that he was in trouble and released her flesh as he began to struggle. With her jaws locked tightly around his neck,  Resin planted her hind paws,  claws digging into the earth. Her front half raised in an equine-like rear, the thick,  corded muscles in her neck bulging as she lifted him from the ground. Much like a crocodile,  one of her favorite predators, Resin snapped her neck to the side flinging the man from one side of her body to the other where he crashed hard into the ground.  The air left him,  but her jaws did not. She had heard bones break and hoped that it was his spine, but just in case...

Teeth dug into the brutes spine just below the skull,  Resin worked her jaws back and forth pushing teeth through flesh until they scraped against bone. She then flung her great head back and forth,  tearing away flesh and leaving the bone exposed. A feeble attempt was given to crawl away,  but it was over. For him,  anyway.

Now she let the anger lose,  like giving a silent command to a well trained dog. The floodgates opened and her vision ran red. A guttural snarl more akin to a roar,  erupted from the bloodied woman. She tore into her prey. It was no longer a wolf. It was just meat to be shredded. If asked later, Resin couldn't tell you just when he died,  only that he was most assuredly dead.

Again and again her teeth went back to the corpse.  She tore him to pieces. Her grey pelt ran black with blood and gore.  The grass beneath her was awash with blood. Body parts littered the space around her. Intestines trailed away as they were expelled from the dead man's cavity.  She saw nothing,  heard nothing,  smelled nothing. She was anger. She was rage. She was retribution and she was vengeance.  This... this was what she had been born, bred and trained to do.

By the time that the fires of rage ceased to burn within her,  it was difficult to tell just what she had killed. Bits of bone and chunks of meat were flung everywhere. The bone shards had cut into her face,  lips,  gums and tongue,  but it didn't matter. Her blood mingled with his,  but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Or did it?

Gradually,  a face began to pulse in and out of focus within her mind's eye. A pretty face. A dark face.  Kind,  aqua colored eyes stared back at her lovingly. Tamsyn. Again and again Tamsyns face flashed in her mind, becoming more clear each time. Her love had called her rage home and had tamped the fires.  Feeling weak from exertion,  the bloodied berserker sat in the gore that she had created.  A shudder ran through her body and she let her chin drop to her chest simply because she could no longer hold it up.

Resin didn't want to look behind her. She didn't want to see the horror or disdain that she just knew would be on Tamsyns face. She was a monster. This man had died in the same way that Iolaire's father had; in the same way that others had. This was why she always fought so hard to stay calm and emotionless. It was easy to get carried away. Truthfully,  she loved giving in.  There was nothing sweeter than tearing a deserving soul to pieces.

With a sigh,  the women's forelegs slid outward and she lay in the mess that she'd made. She'd done what she'd promised. One of the perpetrators of Tamsyn's abuse had been dispatched.  But at what price?
Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.