Stone Circle vittorio

It had never felt so right to tear into another's flesh and to taste their blood upon her tongue. It wasn't a thing Laurel had done often, and so the times she had before flashed before her eyes; going for her baby half-siblings when she was but young, at times defending the borders of Bearclaw Valley but those times were nothing but scraps.

The last time was with the beast that haunted her in her sleep even today, but in the moment itself the victory was hollow. His blood had tasted like nothing, like ashes from a fire gone out before then. His blood had tasted like the nightmares that haunted her today, or perhaps it was only the memory that had been tainted. But did it matter what the true memory of a thing was when all you had left was the hollow and marred shell, now?

Laurel licked her lips and stared at him after she had taken her distance, watched the madness spread through his face even as blood dripped from it. She was ready.

But of course, life never swayed Laurel's way. However ready she was did not matter when he finally came for her and the memories flooded her. The dark eyes of the man who haunted her nightmares were in the stead of his one eye, the teeth exactly the same, to the very detail, bared with intent to fix a broken pride. There was only one way. Her paws were rooted to the ground as she saw him attack, come straight for her ruff; rooted because all she could do was flinch when it really mattered.

She ducked her head down on instinct an instant before his teeth his and screamed with frustration at the same time when his teeth finally hit somewhere between her throat and scruff. Every bit of her body was filled with a paralysing all-consuming fear, and all she could do was think of what she should do rather than actually act.