They Say Be Afraid

With the Elysium wolves and outsider working in tandem, it took almost laughably no effort to corral the stupid lumbering beast in the direction they wanted it to go. Saracyn grinned a wicked, malicious smile; the dumb mountain of flesh had no idea it was even being herded! He might have felt bad for the ungainly creature—if he had any sort of conscience or heart. As it were, all the Mendacium youth was thinking of was sinking his fangs and knives into it and taking its life. Fortunately, he wouldn't have to wait long to get exactly what he wanted. The wolves herded the rhino into the trap, and once it was surrounded on all sides by toppled over pillars of stone, it finally began to catch on to what was happening. Too little too late.

As the rhino began to bellow and snort, trying to stand its ground, Duchess gave the signal. Saracyn didn't need to be told twice to take a life. He rushed in, quick as crimson lightning, darting across the rhino's field of view and just out of sight beneath its chin with a slide across the grass. He narrowly avoided a swing of the herbivore's giant horn, feeling it cut through the air near his side, but he found his opening and seized it. With a vicious snarl, Sara shot up like a missile and latched his fangs onto the soft, loose skin around the rhino's throat, clinging on while he repositioned himself for the coup de grace. The rhino bellowed in panic, but its cry was cut short. Saracyn extended his serrated blade and plunged it into the rhino's neck, right where he saw a thumping vein beneath the tough flesh. The rhino gave a choking cry, and when Saracyn withdrew his blade, a gush of hot blood shot from the wound, followed by another, and another, until a deluge of thick, hot blood was pouring from its neck. Saracyn had struck the carotid artery.

Dealing one more savage slash of his dagger across the rhino's exposed throat for good measure, the Mendacium prince kicked off of his dying quarry and rolled out of the way just as the rhino collapsed to the ground, alive but slowly bleeding to death. The young brute was grinning from ear to ear, his right side covered in blood and a triumphant, almost manic smile on his face. He nodded to the other wolves; if they wanted to put the thing out of its misery, they were welcome to. Otherwise, he was content to watch it slowly exsanguinate before his eyes.

"Saracyn Mendacium"