Chimera Fields apollonius

Down crashed the deer, the boy's teeth warmed where they had sunk in to the flesh of it. Regardless of how aggressively it kicked and spasmed against its coming death, death came and won; he felt the life fade from it with triumph.

He did not release the throat of the thing even after that. He thrashed instead, the adrenaline in his blood inciting a game of tugging. Avicus focused on the belly — scything it open, spilling precious soft, delicious things — and still the boy would writhe and crush the windpipe.

The creature's staring eyes saw nothing. Its flesh felt nothing. The boy relished the sense of power he felt over this success until he had tired his jaw completely out and had to release his grip, thereafter panting and bloody.