Deer For My Dear

Racing across the prairie with the wind in his face and tousling his fur made Alastor feel alive. A wide grin on his face, a wild gleam in his eyes as the animal inside him ran free, running down the bounding deer without a care in the world. Off to his side, he caught a glimpse of Manea downing a deer in his peripheral vision, hearing its frantic screams as she tore the animal apart. Alastor didn't stop his chase though. He ran past several of the does, causing the herd to split apart. The dire brute had his eyes trained on one specific kill: the largest of the bucks at the head of the herd, just ahead of him. Alastor's muscles rippled as he thundered across the plains, gaining on the buck in no time flat. With a powerful leap of his hind legs, Alastor shot through the air like a missile and pounced onto the buck's back, his claws sinking into its flesh as he straddled the fleeing cervine.

The buck screeched and bellowed in terror as it immediately tried to throw the wolf from its back. Alastor held on tight, riding the buck like a bronco, all the while using his claws to hoist himself further up the deer's back, leaving rivers of blood running from the wounds he created. Despite its best efforts, the deer was unable to buck Alastor from its back, and with a feral snarl, Alastor latched his jaws around the base of the deer's neck and bit down hard, squeezing more and more until he felt the snapping of delicate vertebrae between his jaws. The buck gave a startled squeal and collapsed as its legs instantly stopped working, sending both predator and prey crashing to the ground. Alastor rolled to his paws, advancing on the paralyzed prey while it huffed and squirmed to try and move, but it was crippled.

Bloodstained teeth gleamed in a macabre smile down at the panicked deer from the wicked black face of the wolf while he studied his prey. The animal was already dead, even if it didn't know it yet. Ever the violent artist he was, Alastor stepped over the deer, grabbing the animal by its heaving chest and rolling so it was belly up. Sharp claws sank into the deer's chest, and powerful muscles strained and rippled beneath black and red fur while Alastor began to tear and pry the deer's chest open. A chorus of manic laughter came from the brute mixing with the deer's screams of dread, blood and gore everywhere as, with a sick and satisfying snap of bones, Alastor pried open the deer's ribcage, exposing its chest cavity to the world. Empty black eyes gazed down at the mosaic of organs and viscera exposed to him as he eyed the jewel he had been hunting for: the deer's still beating heart. With a vicious snarl, Alastor dove down into the chest of his still living prey, grabbing its heart in deadly jaws and ripping the still beating muscle from its body.

The deer gave a violent spasm as its body began to shut down with the removal of a vital organ, dying almost immediately while Alastor climbed off of the carcass. Clutching the deer's fresh, bloody heart in his jaws, he trotted like a happy puppy carrying a stick back over to where Manea had bled her kill dry. The rest of the herd had broken off an escaped, but he had gotten what he wanted. Coming back to his mate, he beamed while he presented her with the deer's heart, setting it down on the grass at her paws. "For you, my galaxy! Since I can't literally give you mine, I hope this will be a suitable replacement!" he said, smile wide and tail wagging happily while he stared at her with a ravenous hunger, trying his best to resist the thoughts and urges of what it would be like to push her back into the soft grasses right now and ravage her body until she screamed his name.


"Alastor"