Bite in the butt

The nice thing about the donkeys were that they were stupid and slow. The small herd tried to flee, but Manea had taken down a second one without any resistance. Alastor watched with demented glee while they tried to escape down one of the sandy dunes, giving them a five second head start before launching himself after them. Heavy paws kicked up sand as he flew after the next nearest one, running slightly higher on the dune than it was, and then pouncing like a raptor flying through the air to come crashing down on the ass's back. The equine brayed in fear, an awful cacophonous noise, nearly collapsing under the weight of the dire wolf. It tried to buck Alastor, but it was unable to get the footing needed in the soft sand. Alastor placed his giant paws over the donkey's eyes, then with a maniacal laugh, dug his claws through the soft jelly consistency of its retinas.

The ass gave a screaming bray of pain and fear as its world went dark. Alastor fell from the donkey as it stumbled and collapsed, the blind animal scrambling about in the dune and tumbling all over itself while it tried to figure out which way was right side up. Alastor watched the crippled creature with another laugh, the wicked sound drawing a panicked cry from it. As fun as it was watching the animal scurry about in its blindness, Alastor wanted to feel it die more. Stalking up to the flailing beast, Alastor caught the ass in his paws to hold it still and keep out of reach from its kicking hooves. The donkey tried to squirm away, but all it did was expose its tender throat for the lupine fangs reaching for flesh.

Alastor felt his fangs sink through tender meat, tasted the blood in his mouth, but this time he didn't thrash or bite down or crush. Instead, he held his jaws locked tight around the ass's throat, choking it with his jaws and teeth. The donkey tried to call out for help, but no sounds left the dying animal. Alastor held it tight in his lethal embrace, counting the seconds as they slipped by. Moment by moment, he felt the ass's fight leave its body as he denied it life-giving oxygen. A shudder of ecstasy rolled down his spine to feel the life slipping away from the creature, tasting the blood seeping out around his teeth to coat his tongue. It took only a couple of minutes for the ass to fall still, and then a minute more to make sure its heart had stopped beating. Another shiver of delight, and then Alastor tossed the corpse aside, rising to his paws to shake the golden sand from his fur and find his mate.


"Alastor"