Ouroboros Spine itluatsaik ⨶

The time had finally come. He would bleed for his mistake; there was no fear in him during his wait, no apprehension as Shikoba took up her role before him, only a certainty that this was what he deserved. Kiliutak - Karst, Tuur, whoever he was, had always been treated with great animosity from every creature he came across. This was only different due to its delayed onset.

Shikoba came closer. Her face took up his full view; he could not blink or move, and grit his teeth as her's ground across his muzzle. Instinctively his body sagged towards the ground, chin tilting to protect the throat. He had not meant to lose cohesion - to melt like this before the wrath of Moonglow's law.

As soon as he'd shifted his weight Shikoba was grabbing for one of his already tattered ears. She bit down, tore, taking what was left of the left ear and holding it raggedly aloft like some hard-won prize.

Kiliutak lay against the dirt and realized he was quaking. He felt cold; that, or the intense warmth of the blood flowing down his face seemed all the more horrible and clear, while he drifted in shock.

Through the ringing in his head Kiliutak hears Kukutux' voice. He did not realize he had gotten to his feet but at some point, yes, he was up again, his head hanging while red dribbled from his chin. He watched it drip against the dirt.

The threat lingered in the air, and he did not move, unsure if he should - what if this was part of their plan? To give chase and then to run him down to death.