The one kid should have never jumped out the boat [Pack Meeting]

Moath · June 18, 2019, 11:35 AM

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...

He could not understand the reason of meeting, but that was not his mind. It was not meant to be. His attention was upon the wolfess who did not share the navy deep tint in her hide which was riddled with swirls of colors that alarmed him, alerted his urges to act, to restrain and to rip, to maul and to murder-
to silence.

It was a shame that Damien has faith in the Melonii cousin of his. Because the moment Moath heard his name spoken, his corpse was forgotten about. The world was forgotten about. His own existence was even shed, as his might lunged forth with seamless and mindless speed. A nightmare summoned and set free, Moath surged to lock Zafina in a grip that could quite possibly snap bone.

The Witch knew of this assault through the sudden shift of wind behind her, and with aglility unmatched, she evaded the massive hurl of muscle and murder with a ethereal ballerina’s grace. She took off, heading with haste into the thicket of trees and shrubbery, hoping to lose him with her speed and keen intellect.

Moath did not run behind her. No, he would catch her eventually. Her scent would not leave this place, not unless the carrion vultures and rats disposed of all of it in their own ways.
This woman was next to be ushered to Silence.

Now, or hereafter.

Picking up his leftover corpse meal, he made his slow and lumbering way to the pair of alphaic wolves and their Spawn, dropping the hunk of still bleeding headlessness before them before turning to find where the fleeing Food had run off to.

And in silence, he waited.