You Skulking Bastards

It was easy to not get what you asked for when you didn't fucking speak. They weren't mindless dogs, although Relm was certainly showing that she might be one. All ideas that he'd had about her prior had been washed away and there was nothing left but loathing. So, as he took her, he used her as he would a dog, with no regard to her wants, needs, or anything else. She growled and he growled back, jerking her head up and back with the teeth lodged in the flesh of her neck. Even this was boring. Miraculously, he was fucking bored.

Merrick had Keelin at home. She was much better than this puddle of pink pinned beneath him. With disgust, the man pulled free, not even bothering to finish. "Worthless," he snarled, releasing his hold on her scruff. With one paw, he gave Relm a hard shove, sending her away from him and towards the pile of dead hyenas. "Don't ever look at me again, you stupid woman."

The marbled brute turned and stalked back towards the mountain dens. What a waste of fucking time. What a waste of fucking air. Fucking Relm had been like fucking a grunting corpse and, while Merrick was into many unsavory things, necrophilia wasn't one of them. It was almost sad that, for a moment there, he thought he might have made a friend. But no, she had to go and act like some stupid fucking woman, all hints and 'you should knows,' and unreasonable expectations. So, he would wash the stink of her from his body and go back to Keelin who he knew would be ready and willing to tell him every dirty thing that she wanted from him in extreme detail.

"Merrick Mendacium"