Duck Lake Your heart engages into heartless throes

iliksis' gaze fell to burr, who seemed to stir into consciousness with a detachment that suggested death's order would soon come for him. he stepped gingerly over the mound of strewn organs and hunkered down next to burr's prone skull, his gaze searching deep within the glassy and hollow eyes of his victim. no spark of life stirred between those blackened pupils -- only a vacancy that swam in tight rings of pain.

iliksis stared at those soulless eyes a moment longer, and brought his lips to burr's forehead in a tender kiss as burr labored with his last shuddering breath --- and then, he was still.

if iliksis was ever capable of sadness, it was then -- a disappointment overcame him that his prey was that short-lived. he lifted his muzzle and rose slowly, trailing his nose along the tufts of burr's quietened neck. he seized burr's -- or, rather, the dead wolf's -- neck and dragged him then, thick ropes of the boy's gutted intestines dragging in the snow behind them. their progress stained the snow a deep gout of black and red, and iliksis left the blotted organs where he had carefully pared them in the naked snow.

he would drag the boy for miles then, over stone and snow and dirt, until burr's pelt was dusty and his eyes were two sunken, hollowed voids that sorrowed the world with their passing. he would delight in parsing burr's tail for @Ithrik, and would keep the boy's lifeless, corpulescent body as his companion for some time.