Fox's Glade Story; three,

Hunger was a constant feel, something an empitness in the heart and stomach. There was simply never a day they could not feast, but even when induldged into the delights of small prey, it all came back up. Skinny, boney and ratty, nothing could stay down correctly. He cried in desire, wanting to finally taste the delight of something delicious; a feast... Of anything.

Then one day, out of the winter hunger, did they discover the abandoned substance of a small, white, child. Of their own kin, but clearly were still warm, only recently had perished. Out of desperation did Adephagia take a bite, and since the day had occured, they never turned back from the delicicousness of the wolf.

Today another of their kind became a victim, they hunted her down like a beast, becoming a predator within their own people. When he struck her down, she only cried for her mother.. Though that voice would long be gone, as the tongue was to disappear, the eyes and the nose, everything upon the face; was to be devoured.


@Merrit

I didn't proof read this so I apologize for mistakes xD Let it begin!

Merrit had worked Fox's Glade into the rhythm of his daily patrol. In part, his decision was strategic. The glade seemed the centre of more predatory traffic than usual, and more than mere foxes, as of late. Incorporating the woods into his routine was as much to keep Easthollow safe, as it was to give him a sane sense of mind. These were the reasons he would give, if anyone bothered to ask.

However, there was another purpose to his track. Arlette had not returned, and while Merrit had never known Kaito, Kaito mattered to her. He was not buried at the stones where they could tend to the graves, but here, in these woods -- and Merrit imagined very few knew of where @Arlette had buried him, and the children she had borne.

It had been her daily habit to visit them here, and in her absence, Merrit made the habit his. Tending to the grave, keeping leaves and branches away, ensuring no animal had unearthed what lot or little remained of the man his sister had loved.

He was just finishing up paying his respects when a different sort of noise struck the air. It was usual to hear screams in the glade. The foxes were always wailing to one another in some strange shape or fashion. That was simply what foxes did. But this voice made his skin prickle, and ice clammed up his heart.

Merrit took off towards the source. It had been soft, crying, almost. And when he broke the scene -

A wolf, tucked over a body, blood staining its face as it ripped and fed. The world seemed to rock; visions of Clay swallowed him, and his voice cracked, "stop," even while his legs seemed to carry him in an effortless glide towards the creature who gorge itself on one of their own. "STOP."

He aimed to ram himself into the beast's haggard side, to force it away from the body on the ground.

An intruder, like wind through a field, decided to interrupt their delightful meal. A screech that could make ears bleed, they were in a disarray to what had occurred. Successfully so, the other slammed them away, but not without Adephagia grabbing already a decent chunk from the deceased face. Audibly so, the meat was thrown in the air before being chomped and swallowed whole, truly describing the cannibal that they are.

A growl erupted from their throat, no words to be spoken but of anger from their meal. A charge to Merrit was all that was needed.

His shout fell on ears both attentive and deaf. Shell-shocked eyes could not depart from the grizzly scene, watching, helpless, as the dark beast seized and ripped. The face, torn from the fine lines of where bone and flesh should have met. Chewed down. Eaten.

He would not be able to place the moments that happened next. The cannibal moved towards him, barreled against him - and Merrit, simply let the blindness consume him. The world narrowed to that pinprick focus, bright, glaring, and dreadful. He saw everything and nothing at once; the forest grew brilliant, vibrant. The colours, unlike any he'd seen. His focus, sharp. His mind, anywhere but with him.

Merrit dropped and plunged upward as the cannibal soared into the airspace he once had been.

Clamped his jaws, strong and rigid, around the wiry neck -

and pulled.