Swiftcurrent Creek Peanut butter and jealous

last post.

He made a strangled noise as teeth met his neck; so focused on his own goal that he made the fatal mistake of ignoring his opponent. Desperation to survive had given way to delusion, his once-handsome soul twisting into a dark and unfathomable creature. Dapper craved the taste of blood, craved suffering— and sought to inflict it where he could. His hunger was left unsatisfied. His murder of the female had only made him yearn for more; more blood, more suffering.

Dapper received both with the teeth of the pup's guardian. He felt pain, then tasted blood. It burbled at the corners of his lips, then spilled from him muzzle as his legs gave way. Left like this, he would not die quickly— he would slowly drown in his own blood. Even as life slowly fled him, the male was excited by the suffering... and perhaps that he would still have the chance to exact it. As his body crumbled to the earth, he loose a final snarl— a terrible, wet sound— and lunged once more toward the youth.

He would not make it.

And as darkness came do claim him, sucking him down and down, Dapper could see her and smell her in the shrinking light— her laugh mocking and bitter as she watched his downfall. Bitch.