Don't Moose With Me!

Crimson gaze remained on the angry bull moose as it cornered him against the water. He had nowhere to go unless he wanted to go for a swim, and he hated the water! He snarled and snapped as he squared off with the moose, but before he knew it, someone had arrived. A stranger to him of course. Asking if he was alright. He lifted his lip in a snarl, "Tch," Of course it would be his luck that a girl would be coming to his rescue! How embarrassing! Before he could answer further, however, the moose kicked up its forelegs and threatened him, forcing Diablo to startle as he snarled again. Well this was fucking great, wasn't it? Not only was he being bullied by a goddamn moose, but there was a witness to it as well. If there was one of many things he hated, it was being saved by a girl! Gods if his sister were here, he'd never hear the end of it, he was sure.

As he hurried to gather himself, a sudden burst from the grasses behind the moose gave way to yet another girl as she leapt atop its back, causing it to start bucking and kicking as it sought to try and throw her off. He was surprised to say the least, but also even more irritated than he was before. Not just one, but two girls now? Ugh! But it was the words of the second girl that brought up a growl, along with the now added challenge of trying to bring the damn thing down while it bucked and kicked! Still, she had managed to bring it to slow down, so perhaps he could work that in his favor.

The midnight male circled around the other side of the moose, opposite of the first girl as he waited for an opening. Once the moose stopped struggling for a moment as it tried to catch its breath, that's when he lunged. Diablo rushed in, teeth closing around a hind leg as he sought to drag it out from beneath the beast. If he could force it to lose its balance and bring it down, that would be all the better! He briefly let go, grabbing onto it with a hand. "Grab the other leg!" He yelled to Mae as he did his best to overextend the leg he had in his grip. An idea struck him then, as the moose tried to kick out rather unsuccessfully. He was close enough to its exposed stomach. So naturally, he uttered a savage snarl as he threw himself upward, his horns and sharp bristles gouging its tender flesh in an effort to cause as much damage as he could and bring the damn thing down as quickly as possible. Its hooves clipped him a few times, but a small price to pay for an even bigger reward!

He could feel the warmth of its blood seep slowly at first over his head, and the more he tore with horn, tooth, and claw, he could feel it quickly build and the warmth of it would pour over him, practically bathing him in it. The stench of blood, guts, and gore permeated the air and filled his nostrils which only fueled him further. It had been far too long since he had torn something apart in such a manner, and all the past rage only fueled him further. His past frustrations with his father. His life. Everything that he had been carrying on his shoulders, he was taking out on the bull. At this moment, nothing else mattered. He had even forgotten about the two others that had come to his rescue (though he would never admit that!) While they did what they needed to do to bring this stubborn beast down, he would relentlessly keep up his attack from underneath. Already he could tell it was about to go down, its strength waning and its legs shuddering as he kept at it.

As much as he would never admit it, he knew the work of the other two girls helping him was definitely helping a great deal. He was neither a strong fighter nor a strong hunter (again, not that he'd ever admit that), so he was begrudgingly grateful for their appearance. Of course, should anyone ask, he had brought the damn thing down all on his own. If his father found out he couldn't even manage this, he was sure he'd be an even bigger disappointment than he already was. Of course, he had no idea how difficult it was to bring down a moose by yourself.

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