Phoenix Maplewood tryst

The scenery looked like one from a horror scene; a berry-stained river of crushed red and blue massacre. Merrick's paws covered with a combination of berries, rain and dirt. Then there was the invitation from a stranger to a stranger to join in with the berry massacre and to divide the spoils of war. Good thing it were only berries, right? Good thing it was only ...Merrick, right...?

"Only a snack?" Epic replied, his face filled with a shadow-like glee. His golden eyes glared at the crushed berries everywhere. Somehow it didn't feel like berries for the moment, it felt like a whole empire torn asunder and a blood-stained ground filled with the death and gore of their enemies crushed underneath their toes. Poor berries, hardly showing any resistance save for the thorn-bushes they sometimes resided in. "I want more." He proclaimed, almost blood-lusty and savage. And as words promised an action, Epic began to scavage and eat from the very berry spoils of war. Soon his entire muzzle was covered in a horrific mixture of berries, mud and rain. Who was the boogey man now?

"Do you want more?"