to deer or not to deer
Tea / Bonus
07-02-2022, 05:08 AM
Tor's grinning jaws snapped shut, and his head reared back, offended. "What the fuck are you talking about? I got the buck you asked for, didn't I? What more do you want?" He'd been pleased with the kill, but now rage was building in his chest.
Luckily that rage very suddenly had a target, as the woman began squealing something and backing away from a figure rising through the grass. Tor pushed himself to his feet with a snarl, feeling black fury wash over him and the feeling of dissociation from reality, the distortion, that came from it. He didn't need the woman's permission, but her words released him like an arrow from a bow as he threw himself at the big cat. Big, but smaller than he was. It must have seen the small woman and a child and thought that it'd be able to frighten them off the deer, but instead of a child he was faced with a monster in wolf fur.
Tor would remember little later but the taste of blood as his jaws closed around the cat's throat and he lifted it off its forefeet. It would have clawed at him and did manage a few swats that left lacerations on one shoulder, but Tor was already shaking it violently like a terrier with a rat until the sharp edges of his fangs sawed against something important and the cat went limp. Even after it was incapacitated Tor continued to maul it, letting his rage out onto the mangled cougar's body. No fucking cougar was going to take his kill.
Word count: 265
Total word count: 2760
Luckily that rage very suddenly had a target, as the woman began squealing something and backing away from a figure rising through the grass. Tor pushed himself to his feet with a snarl, feeling black fury wash over him and the feeling of dissociation from reality, the distortion, that came from it. He didn't need the woman's permission, but her words released him like an arrow from a bow as he threw himself at the big cat. Big, but smaller than he was. It must have seen the small woman and a child and thought that it'd be able to frighten them off the deer, but instead of a child he was faced with a monster in wolf fur.
Tor would remember little later but the taste of blood as his jaws closed around the cat's throat and he lifted it off its forefeet. It would have clawed at him and did manage a few swats that left lacerations on one shoulder, but Tor was already shaking it violently like a terrier with a rat until the sharp edges of his fangs sawed against something important and the cat went limp. Even after it was incapacitated Tor continued to maul it, letting his rage out onto the mangled cougar's body. No fucking cougar was going to take his kill.
Word count: 265
Total word count: 2760