Blackfeather Woods to thirst, to crave

@Rosencrantz

Hungry.

Bones cracked, as they chewed against the white. Grinding into dust and to a meal down their throat, but it was an unknown entity between their maw. Though it did not matter, as all meat was to be the same in the end. Gluttounous, down their abyssal pit of desire.

They wanted more.

They can smell it. The nectar of wine in the forest. It sought for the beast, they can smell it interwined within the ground. Yet, such a smell throughout the blackened forest, there was no prey to be found. Silent.

More.

Vague about when this happens until thread with Cupid is finished!

After the whole ordeal with the new puppy in Rusalka, Rosencrantz needed a couple days to himself to wander, to clear his mind. Further and further he wandered until he found himself in a dark forest. He paid no mind to the sound of crakling in the distance, and instead meandered through the woods further. What would his future be within the pack, was it strained? Was their trust in him faded into nothing? Or did they see what he did and would forgive his brash actions for the safety of a newborn. 

Deep in thought, he paid no mind to the pale man he walked by, having little to no interest in any kind of interaction today.

A spirit amongst the dark, the emeralds gazing through abyss can see the white blaring through. A divine smell, but tainted. They can see the disfigurement, like an imperfect hunt, and almost felt disgraced to be given someone's leftovers. However, their smell was of many, and smelled of the sweetened crave they so desired.

Feral, the beast only prowled when it came to the sins of gluttony and passion. Dripping from their lips, they hungered for the figures delicious curves. They looked so distracted, so unaware.. An easy target that the beast continued forward, hovering from behind as a growl lurched forward from their throat, echoing to the darkness.

Hungry.

They took a strike, a bite, somewhere, anywhere.

They're hungry.

Oh he was aware, he knew of the thing that lurked around the corner but chose to keep to himself as to avoid any uncessary frustation and further interaction with another talkative being. As he continued forward, the paladin's ears were tipped back to keep somewhat an idea of what that other figure was doing... 

A growl alerted him.

Protecting his tail, it immediately coiled itself under the goliath, all the while he whipped around with an open maw to snap and defend the one who dared to attack him in such a cowardly way. A growl tore through his own being in response, gums exposed in all their furious glory. The stranger's teeth tore his snout, a small price to pay on an already damaged side as he aimed a strike in retaliation at any exposed flesh that he could grab. 

Whoever this guy was, Rosencrantz was in no mood to play around.

Nor' was the beast playing, it wished for a feast! A game of tag, they saw the other as a white hare of a delicious plump, yet, deformed. Leftovers, perhaps the pride they have wouldn't let take such a munch, but their scent was too much to avoid. Delicious, but time could only tell if it was true, all they need is a bite. 

Ah.

The taste of wine.

A small savouring of the forbidden nectar, so sweet and delicious. A prize posession.

They wanted more.

"To see, is to devour."

They took a stance, but Monty only had a domineering pose, hovering over the white spirit. Eyes, staring not at another wolf, but a prey to feast upon. So emotionless, yet so full of life that showed within thirsty emeralds. They latched on, right to the shoulder, but there was no struggle to avoid, only a ominous grin.

Then the beast attacked again, hoping for a larger chunk of flesh to officially taste. It wasn't enough- no, it was never enough! The other grabbed one, but it was only a play, for a lure to capture was what they truly wanted! Pain is a price to pay for the satisfaction that they truly want.

To see is to devour the strange man says, only irritating the brute further as he seemed to enjoy the situation more so than Rosencrantz was - though that seemed to be rather normal lately. Even as his teeth sunk into the man, tearing at his flesh and muscle there was no flich or weaning in his demeanour. One of those, he thought to himself. Fucking masochists, they were always difficult to fight.

Holding on, the paladin chewed and tore at his target, working his way up with every little crunch he managed to do (unless Monty pulled away). It was the pain that caught him on the spot, a burning sensation near his ear that held him in one position, something didn't feel right there - but there was no time to be thinking about it. 

With a snap he aimed another bite a little higher, toward the jugular of the bastard. From chest to jugular wasn't that big of a leap and so he felt confident enough at this moment, lunging forward with every intent to kill.

A beast of flesh and bones, a terror amongst the forest, a warrior of desire. Their head went below covering the neck, seeing the opponent so wished for an ending, but gave no taste of such. A bite straight onto the muzzle, a caught onto the nose and a crazed smile following along. 

Pain.

But ignoring, for Monty tasted the nectar and cared for nothing more.

The ear, taken and devoured, through the throat and to the stomach, but there was far more to be tasted. They relayed the intent back, to the throat of their victim.

A swallow was heard. A swallow. A look of desperation now painted the warrior's face as he realized what his opponent had just swallowed. The pain in his ear, the chill half way through it as air pricked it uncomfortably.

The bastard ate his ear!

This fight had taken a sour turn, not only was he randomly being attacked by a deranged stranger, but he was being feasted upon! Bit by bit, with every chunk this man would tear away. Rosencrantz was no longer fighting for the sake of coming out ontop, to leave simply as a victor - but to leave with as much of himself as possible. 

Continuing his assault, he kept his maw snapping with a ripping motion to try and tear off chunks off of his own belonging to the crazed bastard. At the base of his neck the man managed to sink his teeth into Rosencrantz and in the meantime the paladin focused on ripping the man's own eye out if he could. Blind him, do something, then once he could see the space to escape - he would.

Fighting crazy could only lead to two things the longer they fought. Especially against a bloody cannibal.

A smile of satisfaction toward the others agitation. However, it grown into an upset smile, as the pain begun to be too much. As sadistic they can be, to the satisfaction they required, there was still discomfort. The other was keen to take their eye out, and the beast did not enjoy such tactic and was quick to back out. They let the white, now crimson wolf go and stepped backwards, avoiding their constant attacks.

Monty had a torn up face, scratches and gouges of flesh, but they were still one, with eyes and all. Unlike the other, whome was quite a tasty one. They didn't want to let them go... They were going to circle the other, but awaited to what was next to be seen.

Delicious.

There was no satisfying squish in his maw, just blood and some flesh as his opponent tore himself away from their deadly embrace. Taking this moment to take a step back and gather himself, Rosencrantz stood and matched the other's pacing as they circled each other. It was now he was able to take a good look at his assailant, should they both survive this Rosencrantz was certain he would remember this fucker's face. 

Whatever he had left of his ear, he flattened both protectively. With hackles raised, a rolling growl exploding from his throat with a matching snarl, and tail sweeping lower, he protected anything at this point that he could all the while trying to pick out any kind of opening from this man. He wouldn't, he couldn't turn his back on this guy yet, he needed a window of oportunity first if he decided leaving was the best option - and frankly, it was.

Prowling like the beast they are, and the hunger that carved to a smile, they looked at the morsel before. A flightly one, tough and delight, but their tang was just as pleasing. It was a matter of time before stripped of flesh and nothing but bones, a perfect dinner for the day ahead.. A storage for later, and a trophy amongst the wilds. 

They rushed head first, taking no time to a tongue rolling out to take a bite out of Rozencrantz, showing no hesitation. But, before them as a single foot was to touch the ground, it too, seemed to be stripped of it's flesh. Hidden well beneath the growth, but there was a pit, and there does the beast fall to. They desired to take the other with! A paw forth in a desperate attempt- like a child reaching for it's mother, but instead reaching forth for the last bit of the evening dinner. 

To the darkness, they wished to wisk, as Monty fell below.

As they circled one another, blood trickled down the freshly cut ear. In a moment the two clashed again, teeth and claws tearing at anything they can get a grip on. He needed something to come up to distract the man - then a howl of pain rippled through the paladin as something else was torn away from him.

Lip and face torn away from its owner, leaving a carving in his visage. Even if it was on his already deformed face, the burns still having just enough nerves left alive to feel the sizzling - the cold air pressing against the fresh wound and signaling to him what may have happened. Hopeful that the lip was just damaged, he stepped away from the cannibal just on time for him to catch a glimpse of him disappearing into the ground. 

In a haze of pain, he shook his head and tried to see down the trap, the figure of the man lurking within was enough to give him the chance to flee, fueled by adrenaline he was quick to make distance between the two men. He didn't even think of the blood dripping from his face, painting his path until it would cease its fall. 

end??? 8) thank you for the thread!!