Lost Creek Hollow stonefire

great thread! <3

shardul claimed what he wished from the unwilling form of the wolf beneath him, and when the screams penetrated the muted blackness that had fallen over his senses, he used them as fodder for the darkest of his wants, perpetrated in blood and in horrifying violence upon the body of the wolf who fell into his own black pit. his flesh vibrated;  it seemed to split across his shoulders, his hips, his spine -- blood filled his mouth and wrung bestial moans from between his lips at the sheer killing pleasure of it all.

in time, shardul rose, sated, to stagger away from the still and silent form on liquid limbs and collect regipre as they departed the place, his eyes empty and staring, the bloodstained semi-circle of trampled grass that lay beneath the wolf evidence of the most violent show of shardul's strength to date.