The Clock Stopped Ticking Forever Ago {M}

Perhaps he was not the only one feeling the effects of such weights pulling him down. Rather than chasing down pointless prey and dismantling it like a stupid child, his gaze would search for any target for his claws to lash out on. A strange thirst boiled in his throat while his claws flexed endlessly in the deficiency of war. It had been too long since he had felt the piercing of flesh and victory screeching his name. Although it was in his nature to rip and tear, a random outburst of such actions was soon to unleash. Now, he was hungry for a fight, only to soothe his reckless behaviour.

"It's such a waste to see one's thirst for blood used like this." A taunting snarl rolled from his tongue, words purely toxic with a smug grin to accompany them. His preparing stance stood several metres away only so he could avoid looking up at the alabaster and lavender woman. In size he was much smaller but this happened to float by unnoticed. There would surely be some mocking for that aspect, and if so, he'd prove the female wrong.
It was pathetic seeing a wolf rip open the carcass of a deer only to enjoy the sensation of it, not that there was anything disgusting with doing so. Why, so much more could be experienced in the midst of a fight. Was she uneducated in this field? How appalling. Perhaps he would have to squeeze in some tutoring with this encounter. "You want blood on your pelt? Get up and I'll give it to ya."