Obtuse, Guava Juice, Rubber Goose, Chocolate Moose

Aristaios growled in satisfaction as he felt the moose's strength waning beneath their relentless assault. Azrael's swift and brutal precision was a sight to behold, his fangs sinking into the moose's leg with a force that made the massive creature falter. Aristaios tightened his own grip, every muscle straining to hold the moose steady as its legs began to buckle.

When Azrael repositioned and lunged for the throat, Aristaios could feel the change. The moose's resistance was crumbling, the fight draining out of it with every second. The sound of flesh tearing, the scent of blood thick in the cold air – it was a symphony of victory.

Well done. Aristaios thought, his own jaws still locked onto the beast as it’s death throes wracked it’s massive body.


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