Rip and tear

Alastor had just discarded the first sheep corpse when he saw his mate leap into action. Manea struck like a purple missile, taking the next nearest ewe down and pressing her paw to its throat. He listened with sickening ecstasy as she sheep bleated for help, then its noises sounded like it had been shoved underwater, the gurgling noises bringing euphoric tingles all across his skin while Manea let the animal drown in its own blood. As she finished off her first kill, Alastor was already running down the other two sheep, his soulless black eyes trained on the ram.

Massive dire paws thundering across the craggy terrain, Alastor charged the fleeing ram only for it to turn on him and try to charge back with its horns lowered. Alastor kicked his paws off the ground, leaping to the side to avoid the ram's headbutt and positioning himself to the side of the animal. With a snarl, the brute's jaws found purchase in the ram's hind leg, thrashing it so violently with gnashing knife-like teeth that he shredded the ram's thigh like brisket. The ram bleated in pain and panic, flailing and trying to kick Alastor in the face, but it was far too late. Alastor pounced on the ram, his teeth still in its leg right by the joint that held it to the animal's body. A bloodthirsty snarl erupted from the dark brute, and with a strong twist of his head, he ripped the ram's leg clean from its torso.

The ram gave a screaming bleat in pure agony. Alastor discarded the ram's useless leg, watching the bleeding animal try to stand without its leg and falling every time, blood pouring everywhere. A wide, bloody smile grew across the brute's lips. The ram was as good as dead, and both creatures knew it. Alastor strode slowly over the crippled heribove like the harbinger of death ready to reap its soul, his massive body shadowing over the ram's. Placing a paw on the back of the ram's head to keep it still, Alastor grabbed one of the sheep's horns in his teeth and twisted and jerked his head until he was rewarded with a pained bleating and a rip of flesh as the horn separated from its skull. Holding the horn like a makeshift dagger, Alastor then brought the horn down into the top of the ram's head as hard as he could, cracking the animal's skull like a coconut and impaling its brain with its own horn.

The ram didn't die right away, its body going into spasms and seizures as it suffered a slow brain death, making noises very unlike anything an animal should make. Alastor grinned down at the dying prey animal, then placed a paw on the horn jutting out of the bleeding hole in its head and began to violently jiggle it around like he were stirring the contents of a bowl, turning its gray matter into a pulpy mush and watching while the ram's spasming ebbed into a weak rocking of dying muscles, and then it lay still, a blank look in its eyes with drool and blood seeping from its open mouth. Alastor giggled like a madman, dark eyes shining with a giddy, aroused fire, batting the sheep's head back and forth like a puppy playing with a ball while he waited for Manea to kill the last ewe, having so much fun already, but feeling that feral, wild desire to unleash in other ways rising in his core again, stronger than ever.


"Alastor"