Because Of You

N/A · 08-01-2013, 09:37 AM

This was life! He could've almost howled his pleasure and joy at being able to kill again. This was what he lived for. What he craved. The thrill of the hunt. The taste of blood. The terrified screams and yelps of his victims as they realized too little too late that their life was coming to an end. Poor stupid fool. Perhaps if he would've known that a blood-thirsty monster would try to end his life that day he would've stayed in his comfy lil den. Oh well. Demyan's snapping jaws hit their mark, coming down powerfully on the little imp's paw, instantly crushing every single bone in that paw, shattering it completely. The hellion did not release his grip, but instead tightened it. He would've thrown his massive head back and forth to rip it to shreds, but the idiot saved him the work. He pulled at his crushed paw, trying to release it from the murderer's grip but only succeeded in slicing it open. The hellion took the opportunity and swung his massive head to the right, ripping off the male's paw with a single tug. The now useless limb hung from his bloodied jaws, cyan gems alight with a burning blood-lust as he watched his feeble prey try and scamper away, only to collapse several paces away, staining the snow in the area bright red. The entertainment of dismembering.

His prey wasn't going anywhere soon, so the gargantuan took his time, taking careful step after step, his bloodied lips curled into a cruel smirk as he kept a good grip on the useless limb. Salmon tongue ran against the limb, drinking in the delicious blood. Such a delicacy. What should he rip off next? Another paw? An ear? Perhaps he should gauge his eyes out with a talon, one nerve at a time. But before he could do anything a voice he thought he would never hear again, one that had been haunting his dreams and every waking moment, called out to him. DEMYAN! NO! And then before he could process what was going on a blur of ivory and onyx rushed to stand before him, over the quivering body of his prey. Cyan gems took several moments to focus on the figure before him, his mind already having recognized her; Orica. The bloodied limb fell from his jaws, now completely forgotten. Orica. came out the single word, not a hint of a growl detected, but instead surprise. He never thought he'd see his little medic again, and definitely not under these kind of circumstances. He never thought she would see the real him. What a foolish notion.

What a monster he must look like. Now fully recovered, standing at his full massive height, the victim's blood painted across his pale lips, staining his ivory weapons, dripping from his jaws, his cyan gaze burning with the lust for blood. What a sight. Certainly one she would never want to see again he would think. She stood protectively over the smaller male, her bushy tail straight out, ears pinned against her skull, nape bristling. Yet no growl creased her porcelain lips. He could see the look of terror on her face. She was scared of him; terrified. And he hated that look. Hated it with a passion. But at the same time was glad to see it there, to know that she wasn't as daft he's previously thought her to be. Again, he wanted to tear her throat out and end her here but couldn't. She...she was so...so beautiful, standing there over the smaller man, trying to protect him. If the hellion had never known beauty before, he now knew it came in the form of Orica. He stared down at her, frozen in place, not knowing what to do, fighting the two instincts that raged inside of him. I can't...I can't stop...

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