Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

The poor girl is walled in on every side, sharp teeth tearing and ripping, puncturing. She’s going to die and she knows it. Her herd already making their leave, not wanting to be next. Surely they know how it goes though, she was the unlucky one. Life isn’t fair after all.

So the rest of them latch onto their respective places and finally Hemlocke and his beautiful, elegant self is the one to bring her down. He smiles around the flesh in his mouth and tumbles along with her. His jaws only loosening to bite once more and once she’s stationary on the ground her long legs kick out in blind panic. She’s able to get him pretty good in the shoulder with her free leg but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest.the action only causing him to emit a deep, savage growl from the depth of his broad, barreled chest. 

Then he’s planting his feet firmly in place and shaking his body violently. Tearing and tearing, so much blood and it’s absolutely beautiful. This is what he relishes in when he takes a life. This is why he lives — to kill.