Blood spewed across the forest floor as the little boy slit the throat of a hare with a slow slice of his sharp canine. Having puppy teeth still had its advantages, he came to realize that slicing through flesh was easier that he had thought it would be. His mother's milk had sustained him for the most part, but as he grew older he had developed a taste for the finer things. Especially blood. He loved it, bathed in it, even drank it. This was the while reason why he had slit the hare's throat instead of eating it. He wanted its blood to play in. With a swift swipe of his paw he would push on the hair, causing blood to squirt from its core. It covered the forest floor in a small puddle, and when he was satisfied he would lay down in it, rolling back and forth until his entire pelt was almost covered. Then he would roll onto his stomach, place his jaws around the hare's throat and would start sucking the blood out and into his mouth. When he had a mouthful he would swallow then sigh heavily. He loved doing this. "Speech"

Nausica Saxe

It hadn't been hard to track her brother. His scent was engraved in her young mind. At her age she didn't understand the taboo relationship that would form between herself and her brother, to her it seemed natural. She loved her entire family. Her mother. Her brother. Even her sister. But she always found herself closer to her brother. It had been some time since she had last seen any of them, it angered her that they all disappeared for such long periods of time. Blood. It teased her nostrils, stopping all trains of thoughts. A low growl rumbled in her throat, paws pushing forward, nose leading her straight towards the sound. Soon her brothers scent mingled with the smell of blood. Her movements slowed, paws being placed carefully to keep her approach a secret. Bodice slide down towards the earth, amethyst eyes training on the bloodied mass of her brother. Legs coiled, muscles bunching before she propelled herself forward, launching an attack on her brother. Jaws parted a snarl gracing gorgeous features. She hoped to collide with her brother, his bloodied pelt smearing against her own, covering her own ebony blanket in a layer of the crimson liquid. His back at been to her, jaws sucking the blood out of the dead animal, he was absorbed in his kill. And hopefully to absorbed to notice her until she struck.

Cascade Saxe

Small nose would twitch, a certain scent disturbing her peaceful nap. Drowsily she would lift he head, her dual colored eyes opening to slits as she yawned widely. What were her siblings up to this time? She pulled herself stiffly to her paws, stretching out each short leg before she would begin her trance to find the source of the smell. It wasn't appealing in the least to her....she was just curious as to what her brother might have killed this time. Cascade, one might say, was completely different then her siblings. She was more calm, less inclined to seek blood unless it was for defensive reasons or a good purpose. She didn't like to see others suffer, but she just couldn't understand why. She sure as hell couldn't imagine ever being like her other siblings, though she was glad for it. She never wanted to become a monster. Light and dark eyes would soon spot both Neios and Nausica...tussling and rolling around in a pit of hare's blood. With a sigh, she would sit a little ways off, not wanting a part in the slaughter of the poor creature. She found it appalling that they would disrespect the given life like that. One's death certainly deserved much more respect then what these two were doing. She said not a word as she yawned again and flicked an ear, her little tail extended away from her as she sat neatly and still...like a statue.

The boy was so consumed in his fun that he did not hear his sister, and by the time she could pounced it was too late. Her weight fell upon him, and he instinctively rolled to the right. If his sister were to roll with him, he would keep rolling in an attempt to pin her beneath him whenever she would roll onto her back. He would not stop until he felt satisfied, and he would only feel that way when he pinned his sister to the ground. He always wanted to be in control. No, he always had to be in control. If he wasn't then he would not feel worthy. He was his fathers son after all. "Nausica! Why did you do dat!" He would snarl as they rolled together. He did not notice his other sister, but when he did, he would do the same to her. That was how he was. "Speech"

Nausica Saxe

Her brother rolled to his right, sending them both tumbling. Parting her jaws, she latched onto his nape, tiny fangs sinking into his skin. Muffled laughtered bubbled from her throat as he loudly protested, growing angry with her. Overtime she had learned her brother well, knowing exactly what made him mad and what he enjoyed. He needed his control. But so did she. She needed to be in control of those around her. The only exception was her brother, occasionally she would bow to him, give in the other side of herself. She held on even as her brother pressed her back into the earth. Eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. She had still noticed their sister, and when she did she would simply ignore the girl. Nausica did not care for their kinder little sister, and she made that much clear with the power she held over her, dominating the girl regularly. Jaws flexed against her brothers flesh. She wanted up, her pelt was already soaked with blood and dirt, her brothers weight pressed into, warming her flesh. A growl vibrated in her chest.