Blackfeather Woods Death of a Bachelor(ette)

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As the first leg was torn away from the vixen, her teeth were readily waiting to finish the other. A sharp tug and a snap later, the leg had been free from it's attached body. She could not hear the screams for the only thing she could was her blood pumping in her ears and her heart racing, a red tinge coating a veil over her eyes. This was bloodlust, something she had burrowed inside herself since she sought help. But now, it was back. There was no changing, no turning back what she did and she didn't want to. This was who she was, no less. Her soul was pure black, and she would show it for the world to see. 

Asher teeth sunk into the motionless flesh, she was not ashamed. She would be back for another bite of the blood soaked fox, the was no question about it. Quickly, her paws sunk into the blood that flowed from the stub, and as she traveled would it be spread about the territory of Blackfeather in warning. All visitor, trespassers and enemies of the reigning pack would smell the fear. the pain and cry. The will burn, her mind screamed as she whipped around to sink another bite into the foxes side. A thud from inside the body signaled that she had broke on of th ribs, a delight to her ears. She would rip it from the inside and carry it's bones away with it alive. No, better yet, she wanted the heart. She would have it's heart as a remind of what she was and what she had accomplished. And she would take it while it was still beating.