I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

the first weeks in insomnia were hard on zephyros. the weather, the smells, the faces.. they were all so new to zeph. his siblings didn't seem to carry the same difficulty. and as bad as he wished to relate to someone, anyone,- he did not. not ever. left in the dark underbelly and deep in the inbetween, zephyros found himself here. on the outskirts of the dunamis clan in every way. a part of him angry, vengeful for it all. but in it, mixed a tacky solution that he couldn't sort out entirely. too covered, too drenched, too dirty. like tar he couldn't escape from. and the more he moved, the more he was held down, down, down. his internal state was hardened over and jaded- filled to the brim and shut down.
a case no one paid attention to. far too late, far too gone, laid zephyros dunamis that slept with violent jerks. his den a mix of rocky plates placed around him like a cavernous nest. his body animated with the vivid nightmares he suffered from, his whimpers strangling out his maw as they occasionally echoed down the dark gorge. his state was commonly ignored by the others and he was taught to do the same. outbursts then would be his only outlet, a form of comfort for him that he soon learned to crave. addicted to pain, stress and anything that kept him away from his emotional awareness. why even in his dreams he threw himself in battle. but.. did zephyros ever fight for himself?
"grrrrr....," a booming growl suddenly emitted from his clenched jowls as he begrudging awoke from his dream-, feeling the last waves of his subconscious scream for help as it asked questions he never took the time to understand in his waking life. he snarls then as he fully wakes now, his senses back online as his red eyes bore through with resent. he hitches himself up without grace, shaking his pelt as he rose from within his den. his large body moving slowly out his nest as he set off to patrol the borders of insomnia. he made rounds every night around witching hour. up usually, suiting the same of his current pack. a funny thing to be here as it all still needed time to really register for him. to formally adapt to. he hoped Érebos knew what he was doing. joining a woman when they were taught to rise above them. surely, there had to be a secret plan encoded. but zephyros wouldn't be the one ask.
he focuses then on the flat terrain, his talons tapping on the bare cold ground. his nose flaring as he tracked his way to the back of the gorge where it came full circle. he would check attentively at every marker, doing this for about an hour before he would make his way back. panting as he looked forward with dual toned pools of vermilion. but he locks his gaze on what looks to be an intruder within his stony lair. a young male jaguar stood, fucking up his mess of a den as it scavenged; turning over his plated bed and knocking it down. zephyros is seen to be frozen, still undetected by the feline as he slowly docked his head low in efforts to prowl closer. steadily, slowly, zephyros came closer until he bolted into an abrupt lunge. bared fangs and clingy paws shot ahead to wrap and successfully land on the cat that was slightly smaller than him.
a rush of dopamine flooded him as he hit the target, swinging his head over to hug tightly over the cat that now struggled beneath his weight, erratically moving and hissing. his jowls would part only to seize flesh greedily, biting not once but many times over at the animal's inner chest and neck area. graphic squeals, whines & snarls were heard as he plunged himself repeatedly until he ripped apart the animal's throat. finally, the cat would not struggle and flail but would instead become silent. a peacefulness zeph morbidly looked forward to as he continuously held his bite tightly on hanging flesh. succession was never.. enough you see. sadistic and full of brimming hatred; he was dying to tear down, destroy and ruin whatever he could. beat, break and twist everything out of himself. zephyros was fighting silently, borderline drowning. he sought to purge any chance he could-, recalibrating himself every time after. but it never fucking stuck right now did it? he went through problems he shouldn't talk about. uncomfortable.
zephyros would then, only after some moments panting heavily with his mouth never releasing the cat, begin to drag the feline out his densite. rocks tumbling down as zephyros disappeared into the far corners of the gorge now with the dead jaguar in tow. to where and why, no one knew.

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"talk" - "think"