Lone Star Mountain In your eyes, there's a heavy blue.

It is the wail of terror, presumably from one of the rams — he’d seen and given a wide berth to two butting heads, their horns locked as they struggled for dominance over one another — that caught Kerberos’ attention. The ache of hunger is always present even when his belly is full from the fox he’d left little but skeleton and tough sinew left; the unyielding beckoning of Sos to treat himself or, better yet, slip to cannibalism exclusively. Sos does not care about society or it’s tendency to frown upon such acts. He does not care for moral high ground and the Dark Father’s hold is stronger than ever. Still, Kerberos denies him, denies that awful and terrible hunger that plagues every moment of his life: even in his dreams. He’d made his choice and willingly invited the devil in out of a necessity to survive and now …now there was no ridding himself of it. No going back. The thought that his child self would be horrified to know the monster he’s become is only enough to give the Aok slight pause. Things are so very different than they had been back then.

The Aok’s steps slow as he approaches: the sound of a snarl sends crows into the air with protesting cries and the sound of tearing flesh and ravenous eating resumes. The lone mountain looms as bleak and forlorn as the surrounding territory and cautiously Kebreros shrugs through the underbrush, sea-green eyes finding the wolf that tears into the carcass of the ram — no doubt the source of the wail he heard moments earlier. Kerberos lifts his muzzle to drawn in the scents, to drink in the pungent, metallic scent of blood and flesh. He’s no interest in the younger boy’s kill — he’s about the age of Kerberos’ youngest ( living ) children; the les enfants terribles ( though they are not so much children anymore, he surmirses absently ). The terrible trio, though, aptly named now when once it had been an affectionate nickname bestowed upon the three. “You should slow down when you eat. Else you’ll make yourself sick.” Kerberos isn’t sure if the younger male is aware of his presence before that moment or not but he offers his advice as he lingers with plenty of distance between them to signify that the ram holds no interest to him.

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