[m] Two Birds, no Stone

Bonario · (This post was last modified: November 21, 2023, 11:44 PM by Bonario.)

He hunted her down for miles.

Roots, ripped from the ground. Grass, torn from the forest floor with raking nails. His prints, beat into the soil from slamming paws. Heavy, heavy, heavy. Mud, running up his legs, and he followed her tracks until dawn brought night. Her scent was slathered on his lungs, in his nose. He could smell her. Hour by agonizing hour, minute by torturous minute, second by excruciating second, he closed the gap. Closer. Closer. A notion echoed in his body, a litany of both desperation and impending retribution. Rage boiled into his chest. Closer, closer, preying. Predator.

Relentless.

Eyes that stung tirelessly, burned as his breath ran heavy from his chest with a dropped jaw. His chin threatened to burrow into his fur as his muscles hit harder, harder, harder on the ground with every step he demanded hit the ground. Erratic breathing, until he could hear it from himself. Gone. Gone. Gone. A guttural lamentation.

His teeth bore from his mouth, his tongue dry, his mouth felt ready to decay. They gnashed, grinding together until he felt grit. He was gone.

“WHERE ARE YOU?!”

An anguished cry, a roar torn from the depths of his soul, reverberated through the landscape. Aroma, her aroma—the thick, suffocating fragrance of roses that coated her body—consumed his thoughts, trapped inside his head like a relentless tormenter. Those fields of roses that, he knew them. He’d find her. She was here. She couldn’t lie. She could not hide. He would find her.

He would find her.

Sharp turns, made precisely, undeniably, zeroing to her until there was no need to follow her path. He’d cut corners. He did. Her direction, he knew exactly, he knew where, his coat beat deadly in the wind until the dark rose woman was given no choice.

And from behind, with extended legs, he lunged down at the ground, turning fast towards the tunnel. Fitting his muzzle inside of it, he barked, barked, saliva clicking from his teeth while they clacked together. He dug for skin. Skin to drag her, and rip her out by force.