Deer For My Dear

Alastor watched Manea's movements with silent appraisal while the fae slunk down into the taller grass of the plains. Although he could easily pick out her purple coat moving through the verdant grass, the deer seemed to have a much harder time of it, peacefully unawares of the two harbingers of death stalking them. Alastor followed Manea's lead, slipping down into the grass, his massive black form notably harder to conceal completely, but the grass did its job while he crept closer to the does. He had to pause every so often when one would look up in his direction, freezing entirely and only scarcely breathing until it was safe to move again. Just as he drew close enough to pounce, he watched as a flash of purple made a buck disappear entirely without so much as a bleat. He grinned to himself; Manea was a master of the ninja takedowns.

The other deer looked up when they heard the rustling of the grasses, trying to figure out what was going on. Alastor used their distraction to his advantage, leaping up to snatch the closest doe by her throat with his massive fangs crushing her larynx before she could make a sound. The doe's legs kicked feebly while Alastor kept a death grip on her throat, the animal trying to cry out for help, but the dire wolf's teeth had destroyed her vocal cords. The deer could only make a couple of quiet wheezes like a deflating balloon, and then its struggling slowed as Alastor choked the life out of it. Unable to draw in any air with strong lupine jaws holding her windpipe shut, the doe fell still within a matter of minutes. Empty black eyes glanced around the herd with the body hanging from his muzzle. The other deer were beginning to look spooked, but still hadn't put two and two together yet. Perfect.

Dropping the fresh corpse, Alastor swiftly navigated the grasses to the next doe like a velociraptor, this time lunging at the animal with a violent snarl as he burst from the sea of green like a deadly black missile. The doe squealed in terror while sharp claws ripped into her chest and fangs tore her carotid and jugular from a ragged wound in her neck. Alastor was bathed in a spray of hot blood, each pump of the animal's strong heart covering him in another jet of hot crimson while he started to eat the deer while she was still alive, chewing on the chunk of neck flesh he'd torn away. The doe's bleating sounded the alarm and the herd began to flee, leaving their doomed companion to bleed to death beneath Alastor.

"Hahaha! Run, you cowards, run!" he shouted, then took off after the deer, a manic look in his eyes and a disturbing, bloody grin on his face. Heavy paws thundered over the earth while he gave chase, looking to make sure Manea was following while the hunt kicked up to the next level.


"Alastor"