If Walls Could Speak

As Fia lunged towards the deer, a low growl rippled through Aresenn's chest. He watched her, his eyes narrowing slightly as her teeth sank into the animal’s flesh. His grip on the deer tightened, his own teeth still buried deep in its neck, the taste of blood still fresh on his tongue. The forest was silent save for the soft rustle of leaves, the heavy panting of the two wolves, and the occasional tortured whimper from the dying deer. As his bloodlust had been satiated- his dissociation faded around the edges. Aresenn's mind buzzed with a primal satisfaction as he stared at Fia. There was something unsettlingly thrilling about the way she claimed the kill, her ferocity matching his own.

"Think you can steal my kill, do you?" Aresenn grumbled, his voice running rough with the predatory tension. He didn't let go of the deer, his grip firming instead, a ruthless dare in his eyes. While the roaring in his ears had begun to subside, his rational thought had still not returned.

"Aresenn Praetor"