Duck Lake Your heart engages into heartless throes

just like that, burr's struggle was over with a deeply satisfying pop. for an irresolute monster like iliksis, such an untenable act was truly that easy. killing came to iliksis the way breathing might come to a creature like burr -- only now, burr was facing his eventual end and sometime in the future, would breath no longer.

burr hung limp in iliksis' mouth, his blood warm, his flank still rising.  the wraith breathed deep then despite the screams that flooded the forest, a flush of victorious hubris engulfing him.

the forest around them was eerily still, as if the violent ritual that had just transpired somehow stalled their quietly beating hearts. iliksis dropped burr to the ground - the juvenile collapsed with a listless whump. he looked over burr's form impassively, a strange peace sinking through his riled blood.

there would be no further struggle here on burr's behalf, though unfortunately for the silvery juvenile, iliksis had no intention of truncating his newest toy's life short that soon. after a moment's respite to soak in the thrilling sense that was his indomitable power, iliksis turned back to the boy and started to drag his debilitated body deep into the fen.

burr would find no further joy in his life - not with iliksis' cruel jaws around him. once the male had dragged burr to a more isolated environ, he dropped his prize again and turned upon him with a wicked smile. for a while, he simply laid next to burr, his small ribcage rising in union with the paralyzed wolf's -- they shared the same air, the same space; iliksis enjoyed the soft plush of the juvenile's fur against him, and the heady warmth of his struggling breath.

iliksis knew his quarry was not long for this world in his present condition, and after a while he stirred again, his baleful gaze contorted by dark purpose. he pulled the boy along the snow, nosing his limbs so that he was spread plain in the white powder like a deer about to be gutted. iliksis took special care as he brushed his nose along burr's exposed abdomen, a tingling sensation of raw excitement consuming him as he positioned burr flat-outright across the ground.

he stepped back and for a moment seemed to admire his handiwork -- and then without warning, fell to burr's exposed stomach and started to eviscerate him alive. burr's flesh presented no protest -- iliksis' teeth hooked through skin as if the tissue were fragile flower petals -- and within seconds his muzzle was rimed in warm blood and the thick stench of organs drowned his senses. the snow matted darkly by iliksis' work, bright droplets of crimson flaring along the white powder while a deep and foreboding black oozed from the boy's disemboweled stomach.

as if in ceremony, iliksis pulled back from deep inside the hole he had chewed through burr's midsection, bulging intestines clutched in his muzzle. the color was one iliksis had no name for -- oily of sheen and a deeply swollen, bloodied mauve -- he extracted their contents on the snow and stared adoringly down at the blooded spectacle he had created; a grim and violently red painting that clashed vividly against the soft white blanket of snow.