With Pace and a Fury Defiant

In the weak resistance he was met with, Aresenn maintained his hold on the unfortunate scrap’s throat- his jaws were set as hard as he could, sharpened teeth prepared to tear and rend. He became still for a brief moment as his pupils began to dilate and the roaring in his head returned- drowning everything else in the world entirely out. In this moment, he could feel nothing but an overwhelming hunger for blood- a thirst that could not be quenched. The larger brute braced his paws against the younger wolf’s shoulders and chest, and with a violent shake using all the strength he could muster, he tore as much as he could out of his screaming victim’s jugular in one fell swoop. After that, there was little fight to be had. But even in post-mortem, he couldn’t back down from the ongoing battle that raged in his mind. He tore at the now lifeless form for several minutes, before releasing the mutilated flesh he had hooked his jaw in. Standing back up on shaky legs, he remained still- muscles still tensed as he waited for an attempt at a challenge- an inkling of life. He looked down at what was once a living creature- now reduced to a mangled corpse barely recognizable as ever having been part of life itself. His breathing was heavy and labored due to the struggle with himself that occurred within him during this gruesome act of violence.

"Aresenn Praetor"