Porcupine Ridge You don't know, you don't know

The Dungeon

He had traipsed across the mountains, looking for prey. He'd slunk into various caves, looking for some resting soul to release his hunger upon. Soon, he found himself wandering down into mountainous depths, paws cold and sodden from the icy water he followed. He sighed softly, feeling a heaviness in his body. His mind rested, not haunting his with murderous and sadistic thoughts.
At least for now.

He came into the chamber, the walls dull and red and various dark holes disappearing off further into the heart. He padded to the water, so clear it could be a dream and dipped his head to drink. He grunted, the water freezing as it hit his gut. He lifted his head with a huff, water dripping from his maw.
"Are you in here? Come here, follow the water. You know you should." 
The crazed words rolled from his tongue with ease, his voice raw. He'd spent his traveling time shouting, of course. Shouting at everything. Probably why he caught nothing. But he couldn't help himself. He wanted everyone to hear him before their demise through his teeth.

@Kazimir, but for anyone who wants to join

After having met the pretty woman with stockinged feet, she had bid her farewells at least for the moment to do some more exploring. She had ventured into the mountains, the territory familiar to her with it's colder air and snowier ground. Every breath she exhaled created a white puff of mist that was replaced by another before it could even disappear completely. She felt more at home here, especially when she stumbled across an opening into a cavelike area of sorts that let inside the mountains in a maze like way. She was only a short distance away, paws making the faintest splashing as she trod through icy water when a voice spoke up. She froze, her body tense and looked around her nose quivering as she breathed in the scents. Whether due to the coldness of the air or the water surrounding her, his scent was very hard to catch and she wasn't surprised she had missed it at first.

He sounded crazy. That was the first thing she thought while trying to decide whether or not to actually follow the water. She knew she shouldn't but there was something intriguing about insanity that made her want to interact with it, pick their brains if she could so she began to move forward until she entered the chamber her orange eyes immediately finding the male. She studied him calmly though her fur was risen ever so slightly, showing her caution. "What do you want, Psikh muzhchina?" she asked warily, her tone demanding and firm showing she wasn't some little girl naively traipsing around caves. She wouldn't be an easy target to anything he may have planned.

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A voice carried to him, accented and with words he didn't know. Probably the native language of the speaker. He turned his gaze to look at the source, a grin split his maw into a Cheshire grin. He took a succession of steps towards the woman, eyes locked onto her plush fur a multitude of colours.
Different from Aure, but lovely all the same.

"Well hello there, sweetheart."  He tilted his head, feigning the charm. His masquerade perfectly poised and polished from many years of enticing and enchanting.
"What are you doing down here all alone?"
He needed something. Something before he got to Aure; so he wouldn't stain the rest of her fur red.
He grunted softly, hoping for an answer and started thinking of his next move, what he would do and how.
How she would react.

Yup. Perhaps she should have avoided the temptation to bask in this man's crazy. She eyed him warily as he moved toward her and promptly took a few steps back, attempting to keep the distance between them. She was tempted to run off, just end this dangerous meeting right then and there but then he spoke and she noticed a change in the way he spoke. He didn't sound crazy anymore but instead he was a perfectly charming gentleman, her eyes narrowed. There was no way he could switch between Crazy and Charming without it being fake. It was a ploy. He wanted something. Trying to keep from Crazy man like you" she responded, brutally blunt and though her english was not the best it was clear enough to get the meaning across. She allowed the warning growl that had been threatening to rise to actually do so, her eyes flashing as she curled her lips over her fangs. She did not move yet but her meaning was clear, she didn't want him any closer.

The man dipped his head, letting his ears tilt outwards as he deciphered her words. He liked an accent. It was different.
"I promise you I'm not crazy."
His eyes said otherwise, holding the devilish glint. He moved forward as she moved back, not caring for the display she started to put up.
"Don't be scared now, Rakk doesn't bite."
Oh, but he did. He'd love to bite her and listen to how she'd react with a cruel yelp and then she'd retaliate, no doubt in that.
Quickly with the speed of a spider snagging its prey tangled in its web, he lunged for her face. He sought to clasp her cheek in his maw, control her head. Keep her from turning her own ivories on him.

He'd spoken in third person.

He hesitated at the realisation, not knowing why he'd done that. What did it mean? Was she right about him being crazy?
He certainly had a sadistic mind, he knew. But crazy? He realised he'd stopped dead, mouth still agape with the tilt of his head, expecting the woman to have already turned her fangs on him.

He kept coming toward her and she kept stepping back, until much to her disliking she found herself backed against the wall of the cave. He promised he wasn't crazy and then disproved that assurance by speaking in third person and she scoffed at him, spitting at his paws to ward off the evil she was sure he had swimming in his brain. She would have turned and walked off at that but then he lunged and she cringed, preparing to take a hit when he froze mid lunge looking shocked by something. She wasted no time, retaliating byshouting "pomeshannyy!" throwing her full weight into him her own jaws parting and seeking any flesh she could get hold of. If possible she would tear him up and then run off, seeking to get as far away as possible. She'd never go into a cave system ever again.

A shout that echoed and rang his ears dragged him back from the void of his thoughts and allowed him a brief moment to raise his leg as a shield to his face, half rearing in the process. He staggered backward as the woman surged into him like a tidal wave, her jaws clamped with unforgiving ferocity on to him, cleaving into his muscle and grating against his bone.
He screamed, wild and fueled with pain and fury. A scream that echoed and rang loud enough to shatter the rocks that held him in the cave.
His head tilted up in his agony, the scream ending to a snarl.
His pale eyes locked onto the woman again, his pain held in his gaze.

He surged against her, still his leg was held by her, he tried to push against her but failed and instead his face kissed the floor with a sickening crack. He struggled upwards, trying to free himself from her. Trying to stop the grating pain that would haunt him until his death. He whimpered and yelped, snarled and roared, frantically pulling away from her like a bird caught by its foot. Not a word could be formed by him
-- escaped through his fear.

His scream made her ears go back, jaws clamping down harder almost desperately. It wasn't that she was frightened, she knew that unstable minds were not something to mess with but the sound of his pain made her feel a bit bad. Then he started fighting back, shoving against her but ending up in a word position by his own doing. He was helpless. Terrified. She could make her escape now, get away without any harm coming to herself. As a warning of sorts she dug her fangs in deeper and shook back and forth, snarling the most frightening snarl she could muster up before she let go and turned to try and make an escape the way she came in.

His body shook and trembled, another scream ripping from his throat as those teeth dug into him deeper, severing him. Breaking him. He shuddered, writhing in pain. It was the only thing he knew in those seconds -- or was it hours? -- he whimpered. Reduced to a sniveling creature.

At last, the unending pressure released and his leg dropped limply. The bark of pain as it smacked the floor, blood splattering, cleaved through the air; perhaps even the rock. His eyes glazed, watching the female he'd lusted for only a short time ago leave. She didn't even turn to give him a look as she left.
Darkness claimed the man.
Sweet relief from the torture.