Piece By Bloody Piece

Summer has arrived and, with the warming weather, has come more life. Prey and predators alike have had a prosperous spring and many young animals now roam the wilds. Morbid wanders through the prey laden land, looking over all the inhabitants with an appraising eye. Buffalo lift their heads to cast a wary gaze his way and the man flashes them a toothy grin as he passes. Tail flicks as he moves on, not stupid enough to take on a strong herd like that by himself. In the distance, he spies a grizzly carrying off a deer, blood painting a gory trail as it goes.

Truthfully, the man is here ‘shopping’ since he still needs a few more pelts to finish off his room. Yet, many of the animals here are boring or he already has several of their kind. Just as Morbid is about call it a day and take down one of the pronghorns for lunch, a strange scent catches his nose. Curious, the dark man alters his course to investigate. He is not disappointed as the orange and black pelt of a tiger soon comes into view. A mother and cub are stalking one of the herds of deer that are lazily grazing on the lush green grass.

Excitement thrums through Morbid as he pictures their pelts on his wall and he decides that they will die today. He stalks after the predators, moving silently after the pair. The wind shifts, taking his scent to the mother and cub and the tigress immediately rounds on him, instinctively putting the cub behind her as it growls threating at him. A wicked grin curls his lips as he moves toward her, the man exuding confidence as he goes. Anger colors the beast’s eyes as her display does nothing deter him and she offers him hiss.

Morbid laughs, a loud booming sound in the mostly peaceful day. Confusion clouds the tigress’s gaze as he refuses to backdown, calmly moving to engage the creature. Stepping into her space, the tiger lashes out, sending a paw at his head which the man easily dodges. Striking out, he latches onto the beast’s nose and easily shreds the important appendage. He does not back away, staying right up in her face as she recoils and attempts to smack him again. A curl smile is on his lips as he decides to take his time with this one.


"Morbid Amarix" | "Latin"