Stone Circle vittorio

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he found too swiftly that yanking at a corpse was less deafening fun, and more of a drain upon his senses. merrick yanked at her nape only a moment before he backed away, spitting her fur into the dirt alongside her paws.
"you're not worth it," he sneered, though in his eyes he beheld only indra indra indra indra —
— mama
lying there pathetically.
he wanted to vomit.
was she as weak as his mother had been? refusing to fight till the last? well he could have taken it from the womb who bore him, but not this shell to which he was related by blood, this husk who could not even respect merrick enough to defend her throat.
he snarled, thrust his mouth near one of her ears.
"i'll be back, aunt laurel."
and then you'll give me what the fuck i want.
with that, merrick turned and stalked away.
he did not look back.
eyes blurred with rage and tongue caught with bitterness, he went home to ursus and to astara, and never forgot the grit of his aunt's nape upon his teeth.