A dark, hearty chuckle rips from the boy's throat. He tosses his head, rolls his shoulders back. There's something wild about him in these moments. Hell, these are the moments he looks the most like his father. Headlong into the coyotes, it was hard to know exactly how many there were before him. It didn't matter. Three? More? Teeth on his sides, on his back. Teeth at his heels. Erik doesn't shrink, he doesn't falter. Launching into the beast before him, he can feel the rending of flesh and sundering of bone. Why the fuck did it have to feel this good? Brilliant, though. So fucking brilliant.
He's shining. Erik hears Delphi before he sees her, the yowl breaking the stillness around him as she launches herself into the coyotes too. Fuck, he couldn't let her get hurt in all of this. Dad would have his ass for it. She's so tiny, but watching her teeth sink into the creature's neck he figured she'd probably be fine. Right, as long as his pretty-much-sister didn't get eaten, they'd be in good shape. Erik could feel teeth in his foreleg, and brought his own jaws snapping down on the beast in turn. Fucking splendid, no? Yes.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
