Determination oozed out of his every orifice as he sputtered and spat droplets of water out of his nostrils and gaping maw. He felt ten pounds heavier as he surged through the water like a great black stallion charging into battle. The little piglet was hardly any match for him, and even as he neared it he almost wondered if this was too easy to be called hunting. A smirk crossed his features as he purposely swam just behind the pig child, allowing it to struggle and panic for moments longer than necessary. It clearly hadn't had much experience swimming, and there were moment when he thought the river might do his job for him. On more than one occasion the child slipped beneath the surface, only to rise again and realize it was still being chased by a ravenous, sadistic wolf. Great thick tail worked like a rudder, leading and guiding him along the path the squealer took. Finally, Kyarst grew bored with the situation and took it to the next level, slipping forward in the water like a stalking shark and taking a painful nip at the piglet's rump. The fat thing squealed in panic and kicked its' legs harder, but blood soon began to pour into the water. The blackened wolf followed the blood trail for a few yards more before picking up the pace and diving toward the pig. In one swift motion he forced the piglet down into the water and simultaneously severed its' spinal cord with a quick bite to the back of the neck. Just like that, the chase was over. He held his grip upon the back of the pig's neck and swam back to the edge of the riverbank, emerald eyes looking over the pig carcass to find Lysis.
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
