Hoshor Plains There's a beat that's in my heart, and it's keeping me alive.

@Sanguinus for you, sweet delight~

 

Siqsa roamed a bit, his intent mainly on clearing land and finding out whether prey were readily available, but moreso to clear his head. The near 2 year old was stuck in some phase where he couldn't understand why his mind just didn't feel the same, anymore, like it was just being sizzled alive in the presence of this pack he had joined. He felt as though he was on the scale that couldn't tell him the truth. Was he too aware to see they were naive in their passion for goodness with each other? Or was he just not meant to fit in with good wolves? He wasn't leaving, that was for damn sure, but his brain just wouldn't shut the hell up and let him be. Either he tipped this way, or that way, and the bipolar flux was fucking with him. He knew it was unfair his behavior to Krasius, and he hadn't meant to - but he had. Now what if that little snot told Kravik? And what if that little snot got him kicked?
What if he was the one with a problem?

Through the debris of plains, he had kicked up a starled ptarmigan, and the fat thing took off with a squeking squak away from him. The Demon narrowed his eyes at it. It was so slow! Garnet golds settled on the plump bird as it scuttled as fast and as far away from him, and in the same pace, the giant yearling stalked toward it with almost uninterested sway. Neck perpetually bent to face his head low and hanging, he watched it with his downed gaze. It was right there, and beady little head flipped this way and that way to find another place to nestle and refuge in. But there wasn't an immediate one, and the damned speckled thing was too chunky to dig itself one in time.
Fear bled into the frantic bird,

And fear tasted nice, sometimes.

Staring down at the bird who was too paralyzed to make a getaway, he debated whether he wanted it to marinate in it's horror, or to kill it now and offer it to Krarius as a 'sorry I admitted I planned to rip your throat out' gift.