You Better Get Up Out The Way

Elysia waited as the coyotes cried out in alarm and more bodies joined their ranks. She almost wanted to laugh. They thought they were stronger. But she knew her group, while smaller, had the strength to make the group red with the vermin’s blood. So she turned back to her family and met each of their thirsty gazes before she nodded once.

The slaughter was on! Launching from her spot like a spring that had been coiled to long, ely lead the charge, fangs bared as she aimed her attack at the closest coyote.

The sounds of bodies colliding, teeth snapping, flesh tearing became her battle symphony all around her. Basking in it she let herself go. Focusing on the coyote she didn’t intend to toy with it. She just wanted to feel its life slip away.

Using her size and weight, she slammed into its body, teeth seeking purchase in the flesh of its throat. Crunching down on the flesh as blood seeped onto her tongue. She could have purred. But now was not the time to savor it. She’d have to wait. Yanking on the coyote’s throat she felt the flesh tear open and blood splatter down the front of her. Spitting out the flesh in her mouth she watched as the first coyote fell to the ground gagging on its own blood. Fear of death, fear of her in its eyes.

Turning away from it she moved onto another Coyote now.


"Ely & Ezekiel"