Free me!

The tar pits almost felt like a prison, but he did suppose that was the point. His wounds hurt, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t filled with basic healing knowledge. He’d found some herbs and done it himself, Eraithus was too upset to swallow his pride and go asking for treatment after all he was an odd party in all this and now he felt like he’d gotten himself mixed up in an affair he never previously would have. It separated him from his wife and his children, chewing on a rabbit bone he let the thing splinter in his jaw. His stomach gave a rumble and Eraithus simply growled irritated in response. The tar pits weren’t too bad of a place. It wasn’t as if he was actively trying to escape either. He was a good boy around the guards and he had spent his time brooding since Medusa put him in his place. Eraithus felt stripped of his noble status. NOT because of Habari and Recluse. His father had been a king - he came to these lands to spread their gene’s and guide strength and independence to the next generation. Yet he’d been patient hadn’t he, he’d been helpful he played the role he always had in order to protect his “sinister” addiction that now reignited when he pulled that scene on Medusa. He had kept thinking to himself, chewing on that rabbit bone, looking at his prized antlers the only thing he seemed to own now in his life.

Outside of the edge of the isolated tar pits he was in though he could see where the territory met new land. However, when he listened closer he could hear small yelps coming from a distance. Eraithus had grown up in a desert valley he recognized the calls of coyotes. Normally they grouped together during the winter when food became scarce. Many of their warriors had to pick them off for culling season. Honestly, maybe he wanted to die… he felt awfully numb to the world around him. Kespie had kept her distance with his silence. Even if the owl had let him know his family was safe. He would never give away their location but if he was here. He could get some rage out of his system. Coyotes caused problems for packs. Food stealing and if they were here to try to make a meal of him then he would enjoy the little snack after he had only been able to Savor the taste of Medusa’s blood.

The beaten warrior didn’t even take his antlers, he stood at the edge and watched as three coyotes moved. Yipping it was obvious they weren’t too keen on making themselves hidden. Not like he was better off anyway. Eraithus grinned, he wasn’t really doing this to protect Insomnia but if they liked bloodbaths he would give them one. Hopefully, some onlookers could watch him. He has been stuck in the pit after all and he’d show these freaks he wasn’t the “good boy” many thought he was. He wasn’t just the wolf who followed and tiptoed after another, was that what they had thought of him? The first of the group launched itself at him. Eraithus yelped as he felt jaws pierce his right shoulder. Yet it almost appeared that he laughed, a small pass of his tongue as he stared into the depraved creature's eyes. “Why thank you, I needed a wake me up.” Eraithus felt the other two go after his legs. Yet he was fast after that.

Adrenaline pushed through him, he swung his shoulders when the first let go flying into the dirt. The second Coyote snapped for Eraithus's face, the male rearing up and slamming his jaws into the smaller creature's skull. He didn’t stop there, the third latched onto his right leg causing him to crumple but with the second Coyote’s head in his mouth, it seemed the first was wary to approach. Eraithus tightened his grip, and with a sickening crunch, he could feel blood well in his teeth. The coyote screamed and the sound was like a lullaby to him. Eraithus shook his head, tossing the crumbled coyote as the third still with his leg in its mouth snapped up to Eraithus throat.

Eraithus skidded back feeling the coyote’s teeth latch onto the fur on his chest. Groaning he brought his bloodied teeth down. Grabbing hold of the skinny coyote’s scruff. Pushing down he saw the first coyote jump at him. Within a moment he let go of his captor. Swinging his jaws up they hit the mark on the first Coyote. His jaws found the windpipe with quick work with a wolf’s jaws. Blood spurt as Eraithus brought the first down on the third. The third coyote screamed when the body of the first slammed into it. Eraithus let go as the third coyote desperate as it was, began to scramble for an escape. Eraithus was laughing now, he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. Racing forward he tripped the coyote, grabbing hold of the side of its face before he pulled. The ripping made the coyote crumble tripping over sand and leaving clumps of blood in its wake. Surely for anyone, it was a vision to be seen.

Eraithus was bleeding slightly, but it was nothing compared to the heat he felt around the rest of him. He took the bodies and piled them into a corner of the tar pit. “If anyone’s hungry, go ahead I guess.” he called with a shrug. Turning and taking out the throat of one of the creatures. He lapped at the blood before he pulled back and realized he was covered in the stuff. He kind of liked it though. He moved away from the pile, he didn’t want to impose on the members of Insomnia.