stag night

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For an incredibly brief moment, Dracun hid behind his brother. Not to cower, no... but to collect himself while Xairo growled and snarled at the angry reindeer. The wind was knocked from his lungs and his legs were wobbly, but he shook it off. He had to. Xairo couldn't protect him, he wouldn't allow it. Though he supposed he could allow him to help, to ward off or even kill this damn reindeer that threatened not just Dracun and Xairo, but the entire pack as well!

Shaking off what he could, he growled as he positioned himself alongside Xairo, eyes narrowing as a whole new rage filled him. Fire burned inside of him, but whether it was from pain or fury didn't matter. It was all the same, right? He fought harder when he hurt, it made him angry when someone else hurt him. They would pay.

Xairo was quick to dart off to one side, lunging with open fangs to attack a flank and so Dracun matched him on the opposite side. The Reindeer couldn't attack them both! Bounding off to his side, he landed and quickly pivoted to lunge towards the uninjured flank. Teeth wide and eyes wild, there was no stopping him. This reindeer would die today, he was certain of it. And then they could bring it back home, to prove that they were strong and smart- just as their parents wanted.

Fangs sank into the tender flesh of the animals belly before it's flank. Even better. Using his weight, he pulled downwards to the ground, tearing the animals flesh and making way for its entrails to spill upon the ground beneath it. The animal bellowed, a mixture of rage and pain that made him smile around the meat and flesh in his mouth. The blood spilled and as his feet touched the ground and he regained traction, he violently shook his head, tearing the flesh from it's body once and for all. Blood poured from the wound, but adrenaline still fueled the beast and it continued to fight, though it was noticeably weaker now. It wouldn't take much more to bring it down, if anything really as it could just bleed out but he wouldn't let that happen, no. As the reindeer struggled and fought against them both, Dracun pivoted and sank his fangs into the flesh of the reindeers stomach and tore it open, spilling out its entrails and smiling sadistically as the animal took its last, painful breath and cried out weakly.

"Stupid deer, but it'll make for a good meal tonight! Wanna help me skin it?" he asked before running his tongue over his bloody maw, enjoying the appetizer before the big meal as he looked over towards Xairo. Although the deer had attacked him and part of him believed that he should be the one to prepare it, offering to let him help was his way of saying thanks for saving my ass. He'd even let him have the antlers if he wanted, but Dracun did so really hope that he didn't. How cool would those look hanging up in his future, big-boy den?!

"Speech!"


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