You Fucked Up

Drawn by the scent of fresh blood, Rhazien sauntered along the shoreline of the tree-infested beach. The last time he visited this place, he met a girl who as all too willing to offer herself to him. And what a treat that had been. Now, there was the possibility of a fresh kill, murder scene, or ongoing battle. Dull as it was, this beach seemed to be full of surprises… what would be find today, he wondered?

And my, was the Saxe pleasantly surprised by the scene that unfolded before him. He noticed the red-tinged ring in the water first, blood pooling into the ocean from a limbering heap of fur at the water's edge. Even from a distance, he could tell the mutilation went beyond self-defense or a death match - it was a slaughter. How exciting. Rhazien’s pelt bristled around his nape and shoulders, standing erect out of pure delight.

But who was the perpetrator, he wondered? Because that would determine if this experience would remain pleasant. Sauntering even closer, he finally saw the silhouette of a wolf on the horizon- smaller than him, swathed in an array of monochromatic colors with splatters of red staining their pelt. Rhazien tipped his head back, ready to release a throaty howl to the stranger- but, his actions were cut short, as a flash of scales leaped from the shoreline. Murder scene and a hunt, could this get any more fun?

He didn’t hesitate to engage. Morphing his saunter into a lope, Rhazien entered the battleground. Lowering his head, he attempted to slam into the crocodile’s side, hindering it from reaching the woman on the shoreline. A woman! The tables kept turning. Jaws opened and he grabbed down on its hind leg, using his serrated teeth to slice through the tough hide and anchor it in place.  

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