The Tangle Pure intention juxtaposed

Regardless of how well the other tried to hide his feelings, Vengeance could feel the unease. Taste it in the air. It excited him further. Like a predator watching their prey stumble along, knowing they were being watched, but unaware of where was safe for them to escape to. That electricity in the air, it electrified him - gave him that thrill he oh so hungered for regularly. He was a beast that never desired a peaceful life, Vengeance thrived in the misery of others, in violence.

Fur fluffed at the feeling of excitement. Not quite bristling in defense, but at the sheer feeling of thrill. Like goosebumps on a thrill-seeker who has their fill. Damn. His answer still evaded him.  I suppose it was out of mercy. He suspected. It seemed like the other was more of a mercy inducing individuals rather than hunger driven beast like the earth-toned behemoth. It seemed he remained solo in that title, although more and more he met cannibals in their own rights. It was interesting to see how individuals were so similar and yet so different in such a dark taboo meal.

 No. Thinking back to that female, he found himself irritated. Tail lashing behind him as though to try and express his crotchety mood. She smelled so delightful, and tender, perfumed of milk. I wonder if such a smell tastes just as sweet. He pondered for a moment, thinking back to that scent that drove him to such a desire. Something he had still yet to satiate and would not until breeding season came back around in the new year.  Just thinking back to it brings me great hunger. This time his gaze fell on the male standing... hunger-striking his gaze once more.

Could he be starving once again? So soon after beating the ever-loving shit out of the previous one...