Greatwater Lake Those Who Meet Must Part

Excitement thrummed through his body as he continued to lunge forward violently. He wanted to feel this guy's blood, to let the wetness of it make his fur sleek and stick to his body. He wanted to create a masterpiece with it, a masterpiece unlike anybody had ever seen. He ignored the man's words as he continued to throw out strings of curses, his language growing more fowl with each time he opened his filthy mouth, as if doing so gave him pleasure. But it only filled Snake with more desire to tear into him, to feel his teeth sink into his warm flesh and taste the iron that would pour from his wounds. He truly did not want to kill Ikari, however. He took a liking to the interesting wolf.

His thin tail lashed behind him, like a cat's tail when angered. He was more than delighted when he felt something in his mouth. Of course it was not as big or solid as he wanted. In fact it was rather flimsy and weak, an ear. Nothing good could from an ear but at least it was better than nothing. A chuckle rumbled from him in response to his words demanding he let go. He had only just started with him. Why on earth would he let go? However after what seemed like just a moment's consideration Ikari pulled away, yanking and tearing his ear so that the better part of it was left in his mouth. The noise that came from the man caused his fur to stand on end, chills running down his spine as he let what was left of the ear dangle from his mouth in a taunting way. "Ha, little man sssoundsss like a little girl, huh?" And with that he tossed the ear up and snapped it in his mouth, swallowing what little bit was there before licking his teeth clean from the man's blood. 

Ikari was away from him now but for how long? Oh goody, what fun this was. He giggled, as if he had everything in the world to laugh about. He ignored the pain that hummed in his sides every time he laughed or breathed in too hard. There was definitely a crack in there somewhere. How unfortunate. His long ears flicked as he spoke, ignoring most of his taunting words all save for a few. "Tired? Oh no, no, I'm just getting sssstarted. Ssstill need you to create a massssterpiece. The canvasss is waiting, darling! Don't you want to be made beautiful?" He did not expect a response from him. But perhaps that was exactly why he wanted to use him, to turn him into his next art project. He was often very particular about which victim he wanted to use for his art. Beauty was only skin deep and he felt it affected the blood he would use for it. It was best to choose only the most beautiful of specimens if he wanted his pieces to be beautiful as well. It all made sense if one actually sat down to think about it. Then again, he did not want Ikari dead, although he wouldn't admit the fact. 

It was within that next moment that Ikari came lunging back, attempting to grab at him and he simply let out a biting laugh. He tried to flinch back in a small effort of getting away but to no avail. He felt the fangs of the man close on his chest, closer to his shoulder region and his lips pulled back as he cackles. Ikari had a concentrated look in his eye, the same as when he was casting his attacks before. His lips pulled back further to show row after row of fangs in a grin. The white of the three v shaped markings on his chest had turned red with his own blood. 

Snake did not move for a moment, but held Ikari's gaze. His head cocked to the right before he lunged forwards, intending to knock the smaller wolf down and pin him to the ground, but he would not bite him.