Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

He’s filled to the brim with childish excitement over killing, maybe there’s something wrong with him. Actually, yeah, there’s definitely something wrong with him. For his heart pounds wildly in his chest, glowing eyes peer at the snowy female as she struggles with her end. Not really too much of a struggle as it is a fight for purchase. He never lets go of the things leg, rather he grinds teeth harder down into bone when he feels a harder pull and a snap of teeth on the opposite end of the Wolverine. All of a sudden there’s a red gash on the female’s pretty, little face. Thankfully, it doesn’t deter her, so sensing an opportunity to help, he pulls back and shakes his body. He’s sure it sends sharp tendrils of pain spiking through the animals nervous system. It’s this that allows her to grab ahold of the beast once more.
Her alluring auburn eyes seem blood red in the odd refections of light as she shoots him a look, realizing she has a hold of the furred neck he smirks — it’s time to tug. The force to which she pulls back impresses him and it encourages to pull harder. He’s yanking and thrusting his massive body in the opposite direction of his newfound companion as she does the same. 

The screams of the beast before him are blood curdling and it’s music to his fucked up ears — albeit horrible, screechy sounding music — but it’s music nonetheless. The next thing he hears is a crack and an extraordinary, audible tear of flesh and he’s ripped the animals leg right off. Spitting out the appendage, he wastes no time in slinking under and grappling at its soft underbelly horribly with his teeth. A vicious shake of his head and some tugging later it’s entrails are splattered all over the grimy, cave ground before them. He’s slipping on its blood and stepping on its intestines.

At this point his whole head is covered in the sickly sweet crimson of blood. It’s splattered across his creamy chest and stains his teeth. He looks like an absolute nightmare. He screams are dying down now. Yet he doesn’t know if he wants to be done. Ultimately, he’ll allow the female to make the decision. Until then, he grabs on the lower back of the animal and tugs more, the sound of a spine crunching in his grip is horrid and echoes through the cave. He won’t stop until Simmik drops the kill.