to cut away the mountains i've made

Moath · (This post was last modified: February 28, 2019, 07:35 PM by Moath.)

There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

So he committed to it. He followed the smaller wolf around, one step at a time, until the youth tried to jam himself into Moath. This perplexed the mound of muscle, and while he couldn’t comprehend what the youth was thinking in this instance, one thing Moath did understand was eating. Was Marruz trying to get inside of him?

The murderer watched him a second more, trying to figure the best way to ingest him. Shoulder first? The youngling got low, seeming to offer his head first, as it was the highest thing that was closest to him. While Moath wouldn’t actively hurt Marruz, his misunderstanding was obvious, as he opted to opening wide hellbourne jowls and gently trying to slowly fit the top of Ruzzy’s head in there.

He would eat him softly. If that was what he wanted?

And in silence, he waited.