Kintla Flatlands rest in peace this piece of mind [m]

[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]

[size=small]Again, unaware of the pair of eyes that witnessed his murder the rusty Ostrega ate without even the smallest glimmer of remorse shinning upon his visage. Where others would see fault, Ciervo's eccentric mind could only see righteousness. In a world of do or die, there were no rules to live by other than those established by the carnal desires of each creature. Eating the flesh of another canine was not a sin, it was merely a measure, a desperate to some, to keep alive.
Being a recurrent offender of the rules, there was only few that could find refuge in his overly-rational brain.
Survival of the fittest being one of them.

He had not even been able to make the first incision when the heavy scent of the young boy reached his nostrils. It had been difficult at first to notice the approaching titan under the metallic scent of blood that clogged his senses, but after his jagged breathing resounded behind him, ungracefully interrupting his meal, he had no choice but to turn to his encounter.

The titan spoke, but despite his flat, unthreatening remark, the Ostrega's natural reaction was to curl his lip over his gums to expose his bare teeth in an unspoken warning sign for him not to get any closer --unless invited. The freckled pattern that the younger, yet no less muscular, male sported woke interest in the Ostrega who had never had the pleasure of feasting his eyes on such a peculiar looking wolf.
All he had seen in his life had been solid colored, unimpressive, dull wolves.
He had been bored all his life, taking and dropping interest inconsistently with everyone and everything, but now, in the same way as the Caldera Alpha had managed at the time of their similarly morbid reunion, the young Plateau titan had grasped his attention.
Hopefully he wouldn't lose it as fast as him though.
When hungry, Ciervo was not only notoriously more impatient but also, significantly more unpredictable.

"I am not a picky eater" he barked back, his slim coyote-like ears swivelling with amusement as he tried to make out whether the boy presented a threat or just empty curiosity in those blank eyes of his. "but,I do prefer more tender meat" he added suddenly after failing to decipher the other's intentions through his eyes alone.
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