☠ Wicked and Divine ☠
05-06-2013, 12:52 PM
The skies were gray and over-cast. The snow would fall gently on the ground, possibly the only gentle thing about the moment. He would relentlessly push forward, his body pushing against the wind. Fresh blood would drip from his jaws as he stalked forward completely ignoring the boundary lines of the pack. The feeble form before him struggled in the snow, and he watched her with disdain.
A flash-back from the earlier moments over-took his vision, and he could see her form before he blindsided her and ripped into her. He didn?t know who she was, the bitch had simply been in his way at the wrong time. He had torn into her, and she hadn?t fought back, as if she was prey. He would watch her struggle away from her, as he would circle her restlessly. Her blood warmed his cold jaws, and tasted so sweet and taboo, like a delicacy that he had been forbidden.
A feral snarl would rip from his jaws, as he watched her struggle in the snow, and he would stalk towards her beaten frame. His jaws would open and close upon her left fore-limb, his canines ripping through the fur and into her tendons. His jaws would lock, and his head would jerk back, ripping the muscle away from bone. He would then adjust his jaws, to wrap his mouth around her bones. Force-fully he?d snap his mouth shut, letting out a satisfied grumble when the bone audibly cracked.
He would step back, away from her again, and stalk around her, before leaping again and ripping at the tender flesh of hers stomach. Pain, that?s all he wanted to cause her. He wanted to hear her scream, and watch with satisfaction as the warm crimson life-force pours onto the snow, melting it and dying the white ground red.
A rumble of dark laughter would escaping his dripping mouth, as he pulled away from her again, before positioning himself to rip her entrails from her body. His teeth would pass easily through her fur and skin, and he would grab a mouthful of her intestines and stretch them before her, enjoying the sounds of her screams. More blood would follow, as the pink and soft organs would be stretched away from her body, to make easy pickings for the carrion eaters.
His head would turn, and he would snap her hind-leg into his jaws, breaking the bone between his teeth. She would never run again, and he would be able to watch as she died slowly. Stepping away from her, he would stalk around her, before slowly stepping forward to her face, staring with his oddly colored oculars down into her blue ones. A smile would form on his maw, as he slowly would stretch his neck forward to bite into her throat, biting deep but not deep enough for her to die immediately. He would pull back, as more blood poured from her into the snow.
Finally, he?d stare into her eyes for a few heartbeats, a dark smile playing over his maw, as her fresh blood dripped from his white fur. He would then retreat away from her, a few steps to watch the efforts of his hard work. To watch her take her last and final breath, he would sit back on his haunches, and stretch his neck forward to lap at some of her blood on the ground, enjoying the strange and foreboding taste.