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Mores Lup?s - Act II

Taste for the Flesh

2006 by Eldyran

Athos pushed aside the fresh growth of brush in front of him with slow, deliberate paws, trying not to make the slightest sound. As the hot breath from his muzzle misted and hung in the crisp early autumn evening air in front of him, his blue eyes focused on the lake below him, and beyond the ridge of rocks circling it's crystal clear waters, a grandiose view of the distant Redcap mountain range. A gentle breeze carried up from the lake, taking his scent up wind from his quarry; the majestic male buck anthro below.

Athos' muzzle parted slightly as he watched the buck bathe. Each time the buck kicked back his head from underneath the pristine surface of the water, his antlers threw back droplets of liquid crystals that glinted with tiny rainbows in the bright rays of the evening sun. Rivets of water flowed down his chestnut colored fur, which rippled under the lean layers of sinew and muscle underneath. The white wolf trembled slightly from the erotic scene, his loincloth tenting slightly as his sheath grew heavy with arousal.

He was on the hunt, but the need he sought to satisfy was one of a different flesh.

The lupine's nose twitched, catching the musk scent of the buck on the breeze. Reasons for the deer's solitary nature swam in Athos' mind, and he wondered if the buck had no herd of does to tend, or if he preferred other males. Athos grinned, his canine teeth glinting mischievously in the rays of the sun. If that was the case than this buck might actually enjoy what was about to happen. He secretly hoped so. He much more preferred it when his sexual prey eventually caved in to his insistent advances. His grin widened.

Sometimes he liked to see them struggle against the inevitable as well.

The black nose of the buck twitched once, and the deer morph froze, ears pitching back and forth, perhaps sensing the incoming ambush. A lanky, rust colored wolf sprang from the the concealment of the circle of rock outcroppings, the claws on his paws twitching with nervousness, and the buck twirled around in the water to face his attacker. Athos' head tilted slightly, curious and excited at the same time. Most deer would dive into the lake, into deeper water to elude the oncoming attack, but this one faced down his adversary. This hunt, would prove most satisfying.

The rusty lupine stopped short of the waters edge, and his hind legs even took a few steps back as the cervine stalked his way towards the wolf, water dripping from his flanks in the process. The buck stopped at the lake's edge, snorted at the wolf, and stomped his hooved hind feet. The wolf's tail dipped between his hind legs a bit, but snarled and made a half hearted, coward's lunge at the buck. The two primal adversaries squared off for a bit, but it was obvious that the rust colored wolf was feinting a good majority of his lunges, staying well clear of the buck's antlers and hooves.

Athos chuckled at his hunting gamma. Urex was never thrilled about making the first attack, but he proved himself to be quite a competent distraction for his black beta, Kryven, who was at this very moment creeping out from behind the some boulders behind the two. As he stalked the buck low to the ground on all fours in primal posture, a well crafted hunting knife weighed down his loin cloth, pulling it heavy to the ground. The buck morph sensed something was amiss, and twirled around to face the real threat. Kryven was prepared, and snatched a hold of the buck's rack with dexterous paws, pulling the buck off balance, their hind feet scraping the sand at the lake's edge.

The alpha hunter found his opportunity, and the massive white wolf bounded down the hillside, his long twin head fur braids whipping about behind him in the rush of air. Things weren't going well for his beta, as the raven black wolf struggled with the larger, more powerfully muscled mass of the cervine anthro. Urex tried to tackle the bucks hind legs, but the foolish lupine soon found it to be the strongest part of the buck, and yelped repeatedly as the deer used its sizable lower body mass to whip the gamma back and forth like a rag doll. The two wolves fought with the buck, kicking up the sand from the lake's edge, before Athos lunged on the hind quarters of their prey, and his added mass almost caused the buck to finally collapse.

Athos' claws sank just slightly into the flanks of the deer, small pricks of blood starting to ooze from the slight wounds, and the deer thrashed for a moment, before realizing that the three wolves were restraining him, not slashing or mauling him to the ground. As best as he could with the black wolf's strong grip on his antlers, he looked back to the larger white wolf with steel resolve in his brown eyes. Athos' blue eyes locked on his, and grinned as he quickly pushed down his loincloth, revealing his half erect wolf cock, which had been aroused from its massive sheath by the deer's struggles. The buck's brown eyes narrowed, and with a snort, yanked his herculean, masculine frame back and forth, fighting against this depraved violation.

Athos pressed his hips to the buck's backside, his red tapered tip grinding up past the deer's ass crack, past the brown puckered hole, and pressed the soft white underside of his white tail up, smearing a trail of wet pre in it. The deer bucked harder, but this only illicited a moan from the alpha wolf, his muzzle parting, as the struggles of his captive prey only fueled his desire. He rubbed against the wet backside of the deer a few more times, before arching slightly, and resting his canine tip against the cervine's entrance, which tightened at the inevitable violation.

The white wolf gave a deep throated groan of deep seated pleasure as he shoved his wolf cock deep into the wet fuck hole of the buck, the soft insides sheathing his hardness in so many indescribable, delicious ways. Before the buck could cry out as his insides were invaded, Kryven let his own loincloth fall to his ankles, the knife making a soft thud in the sand, and using his other paws grip on the antler's, forced the deer's muzzle on his own sizable wolf meat. The deer's eyes widened as the two wolves speared him, see sawing erotically, his body between them. Momentarily stunned from the unusual pediment, he almost didn't notice the third, rust colored wolf let go of his back legs, and crawl in position underneath him to thrust his needy and gaping muzzle over the buck's sheath and his thick, emerging cervine tip.

As Athos thrust in and out of the buck's ass viciously, using each and every inch of the buck's depths to the fullest extent of pleasure, he moaned even louder as his ears picked up the slurping noises coming from his gamma, now directly underneath their prey. His blue eyes closed slightly from the knowledge that the buck was enjoying this, and was turned on to no end when he noticed the buck's struggles were in fact, starting to match their see-sawing rhythm.

Oh yeah. The buck wanted this. He wanted this bad.

When his eyes opened, he found the buck's own eyes looking back at him, his muzzle filled with slick wolf pole; the red, slick, and hard flesh sliding in and out of it in sensual motion. The buck's eyes were hard, so full of spirit, that Athos couldn't help but flash him a wicked smile as he deepened his thrusts into the hard body underneath him, accentuating the buck's rape. Kryven gripped the buck's head, and started to really bang away at the deer's muzzle, shoving his throbbing meat deep down the deer's throat. Kryven's own muzzle gritted in a snarl as his orgasm built, and his pants deepened, his amber eyes closing. Urex gagged underneath the buck as all the cervine length extended from its white furred sheath, the needy wolf's throat flexing around the girth as a steady flow of pre spurted down it.

Athos' knot swelled and bumped up against the deer's tight pucker, and it took all of the alpha's will not to force it in. Even subjugated prey were unpredictable once the hunt was over, and it was dangerous to remain locked to something larger with hard hooves and sharp antlers. The sensations that built up within him made Athos grunt with each massive, jarring thrust, which now grew erratic. The unparalleled sensations in his throbbing member only increased as his furry, pulsing sacks twitched with thick, hot wolf seed. He rode the buck hard, feeling something within his prey twitch as his shaft ground against the buck's swelling prostrate. He thrust one final time into the buck, a primal howl erupting along side his long anticipated orgasm.

As he coated the prey species' hot bowels with his thick predator cream, he heard Kryven own loud howl merge with his own, and the buck was now no doubt swallowing his beta's massive load. His gamma choked underneath the humps of the deer above him, and he pulled off the spurting cervine cock in time to get doused in the buck's own thick seed, the sticky goblets coating the rust colored fur of his chest and muzzle.

A few moments later Athos released his grip on the buck's flanks and bounded a short distance away from the prey, his claws speckled with drops of blood. After Urex scrambled out from underneath the bucks hind hooves, Kryven pulled his softening wolf cock from his captive's muzzle and pushed the head away, leaping back in case there was some backlash from the buck. As he retrieved his knife and loincloth from the sandy shore, the trio regrouped, panting, watching the buck and what he would do. Instead of running, the buck just turned around back toward the three wolves, staring them all down, and snorting in defiance.

Kryven growled low in his throat and pulled out the hunting knife, which glinted in the rays of the falling evening sun to the west. The buck stomped his hind hooves and snorted again, but before Kryven could leap and slash at the buck anthro, Athos pushed his beta back and made him lower the knife.

"Let him go ..." Athos said, growling low in his throat at Kryven, who shot a defiant look of disbelief up at his alpha. Urex looked at the two wolves and whined, uneasy at the situation. Now was not the time for another contest of dominance between the two higher ranking males, this buck was bigger than even Athos, and obviously wasn't pleased about what they had just done.

"Are we just going to let it go ...?" Kryven hissed back, fangs bared. His amber eyes shoot back and forth between his prey food and his contesting alpha.

"Yes we are ... " Athos said with a grin, turning his head to look at the buck. "I think he's earned it don't you think? Besides ... I think we'll be seeing him again ... don't you think?" He said that more to the buck than to Kryven, but the buck just looked at him deadpan with those steely brown eyes and turned, walking away at a leisurely stroll.

The three wolves watched the buck walk away in relative silence, unaware of the events that they had set in motion ...

* * * * *

A few hours later the three relaxed at a cliff overlook that they tended to frequent after intense hunting sessions Athos leaned up against a fallen pine, watching the sun dip below the horizon to the far west. He stretched, his back and neck popping up the entire length of his spine. Kryven squatted on a boulder a few feet from the edge of the overlook, keening his precious knife with a sharpening stone. He looked none too pleased with his alpha, staring at the white wolf with a grim expression on his muzzle. Urex meanwhile huddled in the rocky dirt, trying to clean his matted fur of the buck's dried cum. The air was thick and filled with tension, and that made the gamma even more nervous than usual.

"Hey guys ... um nice hunt, yeah?" The gamma said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. He looked back and forth between the two larger wolves, who continued to stare at each other. Athos never moved, or even flinched, but continued to smile his coy smile at his beta the whole time. Kryven's paw movements with the sharpening stone slowed, the grate of the stone's grit against steel the only sound in the uneasy silence.

"Yuppp ... it was." Athos replied, never taking his domineering eyes off his beta. "Wouldn't you say so ... Kryven?"

The black wolf said nothing, instead letting his slightly bared teeth and scrape of the knife speak for him.

After a few more moments of tense quiet, Urex got up, shaking and walked away, not wanting to be anywhere near the fight when it happened. He didn't want to get involved, or have the fight spill over to him. He convinced himself that it was none of his business, and that he wasn't in fact, a coward. As he tried to nonchalantly slink away, he gave a half hearted attempt at justifying his shameless departure.

"Well guys ... I'm off to bathe. That buck seed reeks, and you know how the pack Elders get when they find out we've been playing with our food ..." With that Urex disappeared down a bend in the trail leading up to the overlook, and breathed a deep sigh of relief when he was out of the edgy situation brewing behind him. His nostrils were so clogged with the scent of the buck's seed that Urex didn't notice the eavesdropper hiding along some of the bushes to the trail, waiting, and stalking with deep malicious intent.

Up on the overlook Kryven watched the sorry sack of scat tuck his tail between his legs and flee the oncoming fight. As soon as Urex disappeared down the trail, the black wolf dropped the sharpening stone, stood up, and advanced on his alpha, knife out before him, threating.

"Tell me ... why did you let the food go? We could have killed it ..." Kryven closed the distance between Athos, his steps calculating, deliberate. This was no game, but Athos continued to smile, despite the threats from his subordinate.

"Our pack has plenty of food. The meat would have gone to waste."

"But ..." Kryven whined, almost feebly, "... it was ours ..." The beta stopped advancing on his alpha only when the sharp point of the knife's edge sunk just a bit into the hard abs under Athos white belly fur. "... what gives you the right to let my prey go?" Athos' stomach muscles twitched a bit as the knife point pierced his skin, but the white lupine steel will never broke, and his demure expression never faltered as his own right paw slipped down discreetly and ran a claw up Kryven's inner thigh.

"Kryven, is that all you think about? Killing? What about living?" Athos' icy blue eyes bore down into his beta, and his claw snaked its way up the fur of Kryven's sheath. "Forget about death for the moment, there are some many more pleasurable things we can do ..." His paw gripped his beta's sheath in his large paw and stroked it gently. Kryven's amber eyes quivered a bit, his paw's grip on his hunting knife faltering for a single moment, but thats all that it took.

"Besides ..." Athos grinned, seeing his opportunity, and his other free paw shot out like lightning, twisting the wrist holding the knife at a brutal angle. The surprised, black lupine yelped out, taken totally off guard, and his paw had no choice but to drop his prized weapon. While he was stunned with surprise and pain, his alpha snarled at him, grabbed his neck, and forced him chest first up against the tree Athos was just leaning up against. The dominate white wolf never let his wrist go, but bent his arm brutally up behind his back, the alpha pressing his body mass against Kryven's backside, pinning him right up against the tree.

Kryevn snarled at being tricked, and thrashed, trying to snap his neck back far enough to sink his fangs into Athos' grinning muzzle. Athos instead forced Kryven's arm up until he heard a sick pop from Kryven's shoulder, and the black beta yelped, whining from the agonizing pain. The larger white wolf used his larger, more densely muscled mass to pin his beta into total submission, and after a few moments, started to roll his hips up and down the subordinates backside. His muzzle dipped down besides Krven's black furred right ear, whispering gently into it.

"... I'm your alpha, and you shouldn't question what I do or do not decide on. But you know ... I think my beta has forgotten his place, don't you think?" Kryven could only whine and shake his head back and forth, his forehead resting on the rough bark of the white birch he was pinned against. His dislocated shoulder screamed in fiery agony across his ragged nerves, and he jerked in surprise when he felt the dominate wolf's rough pads circle his sheath once more, stroking lightly. To his dismay, Kryven's pink, tapered cock tip emerged from its protective sheath, much to Athos' chagrin.

"I know how much you secretly like this Kryven," Athos' smooth, mocking words cooed into the dark lupine's twitching ear. "Besides ... it's been a while since I bred my bitch..." Unable to stand the last indignancy, Kryven snarled and thrashed his way out of the pin with sheer rage, the pain in his shoulder only fueling his furious strength. Athos let his beta go and laughed heartily at his response, backing up and watching as Kryven snapped his arm around, throwing his shoulder joint back into place with a gut wrenching pop.

Kryven said nothing to his alpha, but picked up his knife and stormed off down the trail, thick, hot tears of pain and shame threating to fill his eyes. Athos continued to grin and watch in smug satisfaction as his beta sulked off in defeat. His paw absently stroked his hardness that spilled from his sheath, just now realizing how aroused that little confrontation made him. He looked up to the stars that started to fill the darkened sky and thought of finding Urex. The gamma was a pretty piss poor hunts wolf, but he had ... his uses.

Athos started his way down the beaten path, the rough paw pads of his hind feet thumping the hard packed, cool earth. The air had started to cool already, the moisture condensing in the air like a thickened vapor. The scent of the forest on either side of the beaten trail was earthy and refreshing, and Athos' nostrils flared to catch all the wonderful scents. He paused a short way down the trail when he caught the unmistakable scent of recent wolf and buck sex just along some bushes next to him. He grinned, and made his haughty way over to the edge of the thick bush line. Apparently Urex stayed to see what developed between his betters after all.

At least I won't have to go far to get my ... Athos never finished the thought, as a pair of buck arms shot out of the dense undergrowth without warning and grabbed him, yanking the smaller predator into the bushes with a loud yelp of surprise. Athos thrashed about in the steel grip of the thick hoove nails, and his assailant took his skull and bashed it into a rock in the undergrowth, stunning him. Athos mind reeled from the pain, on the verge of passing out, and his strong body went lax for a moment, spilling to the ground in a somewhat upright heap.

His attacker wasted no time, stooped over the dazed lupine, taking his skull in both front hoove hands, and speared the stunned wolf's muzzle with his thick, hard cervine cock. Athos gagged almost at once, his mind slammed back into focus as the immense buck girth cut off his airway, strangling him. The grip around the back of his skull tightened even more as the powerful hips bucked in hard rhythm, savagely muzzle fucking him. As Athos' body struggled against his stronger foe, his paws shooting up to grasp at the grip of the hoove nails, his mind fought to make sense of what happening.

Some of it seemed in slow motion, the way the leaves and branches of the undergrowth brushed against his snout, obscuring his vision of his attacker. The way the hard pack dirt under his thumping, struggling form seemed to somehow hold him up. The way the his claws seemed to ineffectually rake the hard nails of the one above him, as well as how his scrambling hind claws raked the dirt underneath him without purchase.

Other parts seemed to happen so quick his senses had barely time to register them in his overwhelmed mind. The brutality of the buck's snorts, the way the cervine pitched for breath as he humped his gagging muzzle, seemed to pass right through his twitching lupine ears. Athos' muscular upper body pitched back in forth in the titanic grip that shook him like a rag doll with inconceivable ease. The slam of each barbarous thrust ran acutely through the overloaded nerves of solid his frame; the bruising of his body and ego shook the foundations of his mind, and he scrambled, gurgled, clawed for his life.

"How do you like it ... WOLF?"

His assailant snorted out between deep intakes of air, his soft stomach fur slamming repeatedly into the wolf's already sore, bleeding, snot filled nose. Athos eyes widened as the realization of who was doing this to him dawned in his shell shocked mind, and his throat choked around the buck's invading flesh pole even more in desperation. The cervine seemed to snort in satisfaction at the lupine reaction, and his buck cock throbbed against Athos' swelling, bruised throat.

"Yeah lupine ... swallow it ALL."

With a final thrust, the buck buried his thick meat all the way down the heaving wolf's throat, and emptied his pulsing, heavy balls into the unwilling stomach. Athos barely had time to register the torrent of buck cream that splashed deep into his pitching stomach, as his vision swam before his eyes from lack of air, and he half passed out. The buck groaned out, forcing the almost unconscious lupine's muzzle lips up tight against the root of his sheath, until he was confident the cocky wolf had taken all of his massive salty load, and dumped the slack form unceremoniously to the torn up dirt below. Athos' body seemed to take in few shallow breaths, and it coughed up a small about of blood and cum from his abused throat. The buck placed one of his hind hooves on the chest of the nearly unconscious wolf.

"Now ... I'll be here, waiting for you when you come back for more ..." The buck rolled the once smug and dominate white wolf over on to his chest and leaned down to whisper in his ear before walking off.

"... And trust me ... you ... will ..."

* * * * *

An hour later Urex looked up from watching a few females care for the latest batch of pups to see Athos stumble through camp, his fur filled with dirt, and his nose bleeding a bit. A few pack mates looked up from the fire and their basket weaving as well until the alpha hunter hunter stormed into his pyramid shaped tent and threw the entrance flap closed. Some looked over to Kryven, who seemed absorbed in hacking apart some small game he had just killed. The black wolf seemed less interested in cutting the meat off the bone than just hacking at the dead body over and over again with his precious knife. The rest shrugged and went back to their last duties before laying down for the remainder of the night.

Urex didn't want to confront the sinister black wolf about what happened, but he felt safe inquiring to his alpha. Although he tried never to get between the two wolves, who always seemed to be confronting one another, he had never seen his alpha come back like this before. Maybe the hunting trio dynamic had changed, and if Kryven was the new alpha, it was in his best interest to find it out as soon as possible, and not risk accidentally stepping out of line in ignorance. Although he was somewhat genuinely concerned about Athos' unexpected and disheveled entrance, deep down he was looking out for his own best interest.

No one else did.

He crept lightly through the camp, the bright full moon above and the light of the camp fire illuminating his busy pack mates. The elders seemed to pay him no mind as he did so, absorbed in some talk of greater pack concerns. He made his way over to Athos' tent and opened the flap, peering inside. He made out the dim outline of his alpha in the darkness of the tent, but Athos didn't seem to be moving at all.

"Athos?" Urex said softly.

There was no response.

Urex started to shake, suddenly afraid of what was going on. This wasn't like his alpha at all. Despite his sharp, acutely buzzing flee instinct, he slipped into the tent. He paused for a moment just inside the entrance, waiting for his alpha to acknowledge him. Aside from Athos' heavy breathing, there was silence. The gamma could smell the scent of rage rolling off his alpha in waves, but Urex sat down across from the white wolf. The rust colored, skinny lupine sat still in deep shadow, listening to his hunt leader's labored breathing, as if his lungs or throat bothered him. His bladder suddenly felt full, the muscles weak, but he forced himself to address his alpha anyway.

"Athos ... are you ... still alpha?"

Athos was suddenly upon him, snarling and slashing, his smaller mass knocked back to the ground. The gamma's bladder let go without warning, abject fear shooting through his frozen form. The weight of his alpha continued to pound him mercilessly into the dirt, claws and teeth ripping his fur and flesh. He yelped repeatedly, the pitiful sound much like a dog being kicked over and over again.

"I AM alpha. I will ALWAYS be alpha." Athos roared out, the sound deafening in Urex's ears, which flattened against his slim skull. "NO ONE will take that from me ... you HEAR me?" Athos slashed, punched, throttled his gamma, caught up in an uncontrollable rage that Urex couldn't understand. Urex felt his fur mat down with his own warm, sticky, blood, and tried to curl into a ball as his alpha's bawled fists slammed again and again into his smaller body. With each solid strike into his battered form, he whimpered and yelped, wishing it would just end.

"You whining cunt," Athos growled out, forcing his gamma on his stomach and painfully uncurling him, spreading his hind legs open "Don't you even dare hide whats mine!" Athos didn't even wait for Urex to beg, plead before he wrapped his forearms and paws around his gamma slim thighs, positioning himself above and behind his bitch. He hadn't even realized his length was rock hard until it sank into his gamma's clenched tail hole.

Urex yipped as the dry length riped his sensitive, tight entrance wide open, howling out in indescribable pain. The smaller lupine squirmed in the tight, rutting grip of his alpha, which already started to buck into his screaming, bloody bowels. He had never seen his alpha like this, and thick, stinging tears of pain and fear fell to the blankets of Athos' tent. He writhed under the raging thrusts, choking on his tears and breathing in shallow ragged gasps.

His one consolidation was that his numbing insides soon became slick with blood from his torn bowels, which eased he pain somewhat. Soon all Urex could feel was a massive hardness pushing aside his insides, and although the pressure was excruciating in its own right, it was nothing compared to the torment earlier. He looked down through his tears to his lower belly, which seemed to distend and flatten with rhythmic duplication.

Athos mind felt blank, barely registering the uncontrollable rage that coursed through it. In the darkness, his ears picked up the sound of his short grunts each time he shoved his throbbing meat deep inside his squirmy bitch, and the whimpering of his slack gamma underneath him. The ropes of heavy lupine muscle drew tight against his bones, bulging obscenely each time he thrust into the breeding hole of his gamma. His body felt as if it was on autopilot, and it slammed, bucked into the bitch underneath it over and over again, pursuing the build up, rush of impending, inevitable release like a true predator.

Athos' sharp teeth sunk deep into the scruff of his gamma, who yelped out again, this time much louder, and Athos was absently surprised to find the biting taste of iron on his gums. The thick, swollen flesh of his knot locked them together, and the sudden release of his potent seed into the slick, bloody bowels of his subjugated bitch registered vaguely in the back of his confused mind. He continued to fuck his gamma into unconsciousness, releasing a second, a third time, the anger boiling inside him refused to release his body out of its adamant clutches. He lost track of time, of how many times he came ...

* * * * *

Athos was back at the overlook, looking up at the full moon. He couldn't remember why he was here or how he had got here, but that didn't matter anymore. He was moaning, grunting. His body rocked back and forth, pitching gently under the larger form behind him. Athos' bushy lupine tail thumped against some tight abs each time the hard length deep inside him speared his quivering tail hole. His blue eyes closed in secret satisfaction, and his muzzle parted slightly in a deep groan of pleasure. A thick set of nail hooves caressed his furry cheek gently, hiding the mighty, reserved strength within their fingers.

"I knew you would be back ..."

The words of the domineering cervine caused Athos eyes to shoot open ...

... to the darknesses of his tent. He was alone.

Athos got up, pulling his loincloth up to hide, no, cover his arousal, and peered outside his tent. It was night again, and most of the pack was still asleep, some toiling about here and there, busy with some last minute task assigned from the Elders. The wolf shook the cold sweat out his fur and looked up to the dark new moon above, hanging in the star filled, cloudless night sky.

The same dream. Night after night.

Athos closed the tent flap to the cold outside and sat back down, huddling in his thick blankets like some pup scared awake from an unpleasant dream. He doubted his shivering had anything to do with the chill of the night outside.

The dream wasn't that unpleasant, was it?

Athos wanted to snarl, but instead found himself sobbing quietly so that his pack mates who were still awake couldn't hear him. Why was he feeling like this? Why did these aberrant desires continue to whisper their dark yearnings inside his heart? He was the pack's hunting alpha. Proud. Skilled. Indomitable.

What was wrong with him?

He huddled a bit longer in his blankets, trying not to understand what was taking hold of him. It had been days since the attack, and he feigned sickness rather than let his pack see him like this. He spent the time alone in his tent with his thoughts, which inevitably drifted back to what the buck had whispered in his ear so many nights ago. Why did it bother him? Was it because the buck was so unlike any other prey he had hunted? Was it because the Elders decreed it taboo to mingle with their prey, especially in discrete matters?

He wondered where his gamma was. Normally he would have come in to check up on his sick alpha. He hadn't remembered seeing Urex since he left the overlook. He certainly didn't expect Kryven to give a damn. In fact, no Elder had even sent anyone to check up on him. Why hadn't he ever noticed this before? He stood up and paced for a few minutes, trying to burn off some nervous energy. He suddenly stopped and laughed to himself.

He was acting just like his gamma.

He laid back down and tried to go back to sleep, but restless thoughts kept leaping through his mind like deer in a rocky field. Prey. Predator. The lines were clear. Distinct. Prey fled. Predators chased. Prey died. Predators killed. Prey were consumed. Predators did the consuming. The Elders in his tribe knew better than to question the natural ways.

Then why was he?

He growled and shot back up, tried of this second guessing. He was the pack hunting alpha. He would go back to the overlook, and the prove to himself buck would not be there. If it was, he would simply kill it, and consume its flesh, as his ancestors had done for countless ages. He stormed out of his tent, and trotted up the hillside, his distracted mind oblivious to the flashes of lightning in the dark clouds streaking across night sky towards him.

A short while later he found himself looking over the valley below. The overlook was just as he expected it, deserted. The sharp breeze from the approaching storm rippled the limbs of the trees and the thick layer of grass up here, and brought with it the scent of autumn rain. He sat down on the boulder and peered down at his pack's camp, the several fires still lit looked like small flickering candle flames. Those still awake would no doubt be running back and forth, stowing away perishable goods in tents to protect them from the ravages of the oncoming storm. Those asleep would be lulled into deeper dreams from the roar of rain falling outside their tents.

He suddenly felt stupid, sitting up here, watching the flashes in the dark clouds above him, the deep bass of rumbling thunder rolling throughout the valley far below. Why didn't he want to be with his pack? Safe and nuzzled up against some warm pack mate, instead of sitting here on a boulder alone even now, as thick, errant drops of cold rain splashed against his fur. A bright flash of lightning tore through the clouds above his head, and a peal of thunder shook him so hard he felt it in his furry chest. Over the loud crack, Athos couldn't hear the clatter of a pair of hooves walk up behind him.

He hung his head for a brief moment, then stood up, preparing to leave. He knew he wouldn't make it back in time to reach shelter from the storm, but at least the downpour would maybe wash these dirty feelings away. Why did he even come up here in the first place?

A set of black nail hooves clamped down gently on his right shoulder.

"I knew you would be back ..."

Athos froze, his beating heart instantly turning to ice. His lungs tried to draw in a simple breath, but could not. The only thing his mind could process was the feeling of thick, flat nails digging gently into muscles of his shoulder, and the rush of wind rippling his white fur. The raindrops started to fall at a greater rate, splashing against his muzzle, but the only coherent thought that Athos could ask himself was why wasn't he running. Soft fur and solid muscle came to rest against his backside, but his mind tried to ignore the jut of sheath pressing right above his bushy tail. The buck spoke softly into his right ear, his hot breath tantalizing the wolf's senses, ensnaring his forbidden desires.

"You don't have to speak. We both know why you are here. Don't we?"

Athos' muzzle quivered, and he felt like he was choking. A part of him wanted to nod. Another part of him wanted to step off the cliff a few feet away rather than acknowledge what he felt creeping up from some repressed recess of self. He almost fainted when the other set of nail hooves wrapped around him to stroke his chest, the thick nails gliding through his white fur, now wet in some spots.

"You don't have to deny it. It's just us up here. Those below don't have to know what your about to do ..."

The cervine digits slid their way down his abs, the dull nails raking the taught skin under his fur. The palm rested flat against his lower stomach for a brief moment, lingering, teasing. The furry digits pushed down his loincloth, grasped his sheath and wrapped around it, stroking gently. The buck ran a flat thumb hoove over the bit of pink length already out, just over the tapered glans.

Athos gasped out, and the buck snorted lightly into his ear, catching the lupine's loud exclamation of arousal over the incessant roar of the storm, which was now almost upon them. Athos looked down and watched as the periodic flashes of lightning revealed his glistening, wet member, and the cervine hand that encircled it, pumping up and down on the engorged flesh. Small spurts of pre shot out of his tapered tip, mixing with the cold rain that threated to break over them at any moment.

Athos felt the world tilt, the strength going from his hind legs as his mind realized what he was allowing to happen. The buck released his shoulder and caught the swooning lupine around the midsection, holding his considerable mass up as if it was nothing. The ebony heavens opened up above, and through the electric wrath and booming voices of blasphemed gods, a curtain of bitter rain washed over them, soaking them to the bone. The white wolf writhed in the stronger embrace of the buck, relenting into proscribed taboo, moaning out in defiance of those above and below.

"Now wolf ... lift your tail. I know you want this."

Oh yeah. Athos wanted this. He wanted this bad

The last bastion of will crumbled inside him, and his tail lifted slightly, still hesitant. The hard cervine length that had slipped out of the buck's thick, furred sheath grew impatient, and with the slightest repositioning of his hips, the buck used his engorged, stiff sex to move the bushy tail up and out of the way. The buck was pleased to see the wolf keep his tail up on his own volition. The tip of his hot cervine length pressed up against the muscular ring of the lupine's pucker, but the buck just held it the, both of his strong hoove hands resting up and under Athos' armpits for grip.

"Show me how much you want this wolf."

Athos whined slightly as the merciless rain continued to pelt him, and his ears flattened against his skull. He was so cold on the outside, and the buck's cervine cock was so hot. He wanted, no, needed it inside him. Athos leaned forward and pressed his hips backward. The fiery buck flesh parted his quivering entrance, the lubricating rain easing the slight sting as the sizable length slid deeper and deeper inside him. Athos moaned out as the buck's stiff cock parted his velvety insides, Athos never having anything this big, this good inside him before.

Small bits of pine branches flew past them in the maelstrom, which still continued to climb in intensity. The buck withdrew slightly, reposition his front hoove hands for better leverage, and pushed in deeper, Athos' bowels sheathing his maleness in unequaled sensations. Athos growled, convulsed as the buck continued to push into him, the length never ending. A deep, almost painful pressure pushed against his stomach, and Athos cried out, almost a foot of cervine cock invading him. Athos barked when he felt the buck's hips finally come to rest against his backside, relieved.

The buck withdrew again, slowly, before shoving it all the way back inside hard, and Athos gave a whimper of knife edged pain mixed with deep seated pleasure. The buck repeated this again, getting the wolf used to his massive member, before he really began to breed his bitch. Wasting no time, the buck's thrusts became more regular, less measured, and he let himself fall to his primitive instincts, his hips bucking into his ancestral adversity, mocking the natural order in defiant, primal rhythm. Athos howled out, his toned body shuddering, thick muscles flexing under the larger, more dominate .... deer. His head hung for a bit in the torrent of rain, realizing now and forever, he wasn't alpha predator anymore. He would never be alpha gain. Not only was he going to be someone's bitch, but he going to be a prey's bitch.

The roar of rain and cracks of thunder drowned out the moan and grunts of the two creatures below, their bodies bucking into each other at an ever increasing, frantic pace. Another hard thrust from the buck sent shock waves rippling from deep inside, and each time the hard cervine shaft ground against his quaking, throbbing prostrate, it sent a gout of pre flying into the storm, which swallowed it whole. As Athos thrashed and howled out under the buck, his climax rapidly building deep within him, he suddenly didn't care about the natural order, or the Elder's sense of taboo, or even being ranked in his pack ever again.

His insides clenched tight around the buck's rock hard, impaling sex, his bowel muscles milking every throbbing inch. His own prostrate twitched, the pressure, the pleasure unbearable, unbelievable, and his seed shot from his wolf cock, which jerked up and down in the frigid rain with each thrust of the deer behind him. His howl caused the buck to snort out and thrust into him hard, and Athos was suddenly filled with a thick, wet, warmth that spread deep throughout his insides, marking him.

He was now prey bitch.

And he liked it.

The tempest beat against them, battered their shuddering forms for a few more moments, then just as suddenly as it began, died. The buck wrapped his front hooves around his wolf and held him up as the storm abated, the shared warmth of their hot bodies keeping nature's chill at bay ...

* * * * *

Over the few weeks the pack noticed a marked change in Athos, who started to become more reclusive as time moved on. Others noticed that his now solo hunts bore no game, even through he reeked with the scent of deer. No one in the lower echelons of the pack had any idea something was amiss. The Elders, however, talked amongst themselves about the unfortunate situation, but kept their true concerns amongst their own ranks for the time being.

Exile was considered.

The Elders low key discussions didn't fool Kryven. Athos reeked of buck each time he came back from his clandestine hunts. The musk came from same buck each time. And he had smelled that same buck before. Now, as Athos crept out of camp in the early autumn twilight, his amber eyes narrowed after him in suspicion. He stopped decorating his hunter's knife with the hunt alpha mark and put away his wood etching tools for the time being. Even though the Elders discreetly promoted Kryven to replace his former alpha as hunt leader, Kryven still bore a deep grudge toward the white wolf. After stowing his tools and other gear in his tent, he searched the camp for Urex.

He came upon Urex mingling with a few females, and helping to lay down the youngest pups for the evening, as well as making sure the yearling's were staying out of trouble. Kryven watched the rusty lupine from a distance as he tended to the pack's young. He shook his head, disgusted. The former beta had no idea why his predecessor had kept such a spineless teat on his hunting party. The black wolf already had three wolves in mind to add to his new, savagely efficient hunts team, and would cut Urex from it so that the gutless wolf could take his rightful place as pack omega.

As Kyrven came up to Urex, he noticed the gamma still sported a few freshly changed bandages. Although he could have pressured the edgy wolf into spilling how he received such deep and grievous wounds in the first place, he frankly didn't care. The gamma looked up at the approach of his new alpha with a small amount of surprise, and not so small amount of repressed panic.

"Kryven ... I was just ... umm helping ..." Kryven didn't feel like listening to the mongrel's grating whimpering more than he already needed to, and waved the twerp to silence himself. Urex closed his muzzle, but it quivered a bit, the lanky wolf now filled with deep apprehension.

"Follow me, we're going hunting," Kyrven commanded, looking up the trail to the overlook. His gamma was about ready to question him, but a sharp look from the black wolf squelched any further uncertainties. Kryven stalked out of camp, up the trail to the overlook, and Urex skittered a short distance behind him, his large wolven ears flickering back and forth nervously.

A short time later the lupine pair crept through the underbrush, listening intently to the many noises of the forest at night. Kryven dropped to his stomach and crawled underneath the low hanging branches of a large pine tree, waving for Urex to follow. The gamma scurried on his belly after him, coming to rest next to the larger black wolf.

Kryven moved some of the branches obscuring his view of the overlook that lay just ahead, but otherwise said nothing. Urex looked back and forth between the black wolf and the dense wall of pine needles in front of him, but kept the relative silence intact out of an actute sense of self preservation. Urex started to get even more anxious with each passing minute, until he finally found enough courage to address his hunt leader.

"Kyrven ... just what are he hunting?" The skittish wolf asked. A pair of low moans reached their keen ears, and Kryven cruel amber eyes narrowed, spying something through the dense pine boughs. His paws parted the obscuring branches, and Urex gasped from what he saw.

He watched his former alpha lean over a fallen tree, his tail raised high, taking it hard from behind, grunting out from each deep thrust of the ... buck. Urex did a double take, unable to integrate what his disbelieving eyes saw in the dark, cool night before him. The Athos he knew certainly wouldn't raise his tail for any wolf.

Let alone a deer.

"We're hunting a traitor," Kryven growled low, claws sinking deep into the sappy bark of the branches he held in his paws. Urex continued to look back and forth between the unthinkable scene in front of him and his packmate, whining, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds Urex backed out of the tree without saying a word, unable to cope with the situation. Kryven watched the squirmy bitch leave, but didn't say anything.

He turned back to his former alpha and his profane partner, teeth gritting in rage. His claws sank deeper into the meat of the branches, and he imagined the pine sap coating them was the white wolf's blood. He continued to watch the cervine hips buck into Athos' ass, driving his cervine sex deep within the wolf's tail in steady rhythm. His grim voyerism only fueled the anger that boiled up from deep within the dark pits of his psyche.

He thought back to several weeks ago, when Athos had pinned him against the tree. Not only did he humiliate him physically, but sexually. Just one of many times. The branches snapped in his claws, but the amorous pair were groaning too loud to hear it. Athos disgraced him, and now he disgraced himself by allowing this prey to mount him.

In doing so his former alpha humiliated him even further.

Kryven would not let this stand. The Elders would stop at simple excommunication. Banishment wasn't enough. With a snarl, Kryven slid from his hiding spot and bounded back down the trail, his furtive mind already filled with intentions most sinister.

Meanwhile, back up on the overlook, the buck pushed into Athos a final time before grunting in climax, flooding the lupine's ass with his seed. The white wolf collapsed forward on the fallen tree he used to steady himself, panting hard from exertion. After a few moments, his right paw found the splashes of his own cum on the barkless trunk in front of him. Athos scooped it up in his paw and offered it to the buck behind him, who cleaned off the salty, matted paw with a skilled cervine tongue.

The two regarded each other for a few moments, before the buck pulled out of his lupine bitch. He sat down on the fallen trunk and took the white wolf in a tight embrace from behind. Athos was surprised from the intimate gesture, as their relationship had been one of pure sex up till that point. He suddenly felt awkward, and realized he knew nothing of his inter-species lover.

"My name is Gorek," the buck stated simply, as if sensing his submissive's thoughts. The white wolf blinked back at the dominate deer, unsure of what to say.

"My ... name is Athos," the hesitant lupine replied, but as if to re-affirm his attachment to his buck, pulled the cervine's warm, well muscled arms in closer around him. There was a brief moment of comfortable silence.

"Your pack will start to wonder where you are ..." Gorek said, licking the fur of Athos' cheek gently.

"Let them wonder," Athos shrugged, "I'm sure the Elders already suspect what's going on between us." His buck gave him a inquisitive look.

"You don't care then?"

"I'm sure they will banish me sooner or later. I haven't brought back my quota of game in weeks." Athos breathed in a heavy sigh, nuzzling against the larger frame of his buck.

"You ... refuse to hunt now?" the deer inquired, maybe more than a little surprised.

"Not small game ... squirrels, rabbits. I have to eat you know," he said, smiling back up into those deep, beautiful brown eyes. They were unlike any deer eyes he had seen before. They were soft, gentle, yes, but deep inside the black pupils contained something ... different.

Darkly different.

"Besides," Athos continued, "I've recently found other uses for deer flesh." The wolf grinned back and wiggled his furry rump into the crotch of the deer he sat in, nibbling on the fur of the buck's fingers playfully.

"You would give up your way of life, the respect of your herd, just for this?" The buck asked, scratching his antlers on the limbs of a nearby tree. Athos kissed the buck on his soft, thick lips.

"I think I already have." There was a brief moment of silence as they continued to hold each other. "Where is your herd?" Athos asked curiously, breaking the tender moment. The buck gave low, uneasy snort.

"My herd was unable to deal with the strange tastes for the flesh that stir within me, so I left, and to this day have wandered alone." Athos listened intently to the other male's reply, but misunderstood its ominous double meaning.

"And so now we both wander alone," Athos sighed, thinking of the long, lonely nights ahead of him. He suddenly jumped up out of the bucks lap and spun around, the expression on his muzzle animated. "Why don't we ... wander ... together?" The buck looked him up and down thoughtfully for a few moments, the soft chorus of crickets surrounding them in the chilly autumn night.

"You would be willing to bed with me in the grass every night?" asked Gorek, "You would be willing to take the spurs of those who would be threatened by our union, even if it means our deaths?" Athos smiled back at him.

"I would."

There, under the star filled, ageless night sky, their simple vows exchanged, they embraced and locked lips. Muzzle to snout. Predator teeth scraped against prey teeth. Two primal heartbeats, once locked in eternal struggle, now beat together in fellowship. After several long minutes, Gorek broke the kiss, and looked down at Athos.

"Tomorrow at dusk, meet me back here with whatever belongings you wish to bring with you, and we will leave this place. Perhaps we will find our own, secluded place somewhere on top of the Redcap mountains, just the two of us, with no one else."

"I'd like that, Gorek," Athos said, tears threatening to brim in his blue eyes.

"Then I will see you here, at twilight." Gorek said simply, turning and walking away. Athos watched his buck disappear into the forest. He stood there a long while after the buck had left, thinking of the words they had shared this night, before making his way back to camp.

* * * * *

It was overcast the next day, and unseasonably cold. A few scattered snowflakes fell from the gray sky to scrape the top of the overlook, but Athos continued to sit vigil on the frigid boulder, listening to the wind howl through the valley below. He pulled his fur cloak closer around himself, his shoulder bag of belongings sitting on the frozen ground next to him. As couple of white flakes settled into his white fur, Athos watched the activities in the camp below with mild disinterest.

No one said anything to him hours earlier as he packed his few meagar belongings and left their ranks. The Elders however, made it a point to watch him leave, a look of relief on their muzzles. He wanted to say goodbye to Urex, but the his former gamma saw his approach and fled to his tent, scared for some reason. He even tried to find Kryven, maybe to apologize to him for the way he treated the best beta he had ever hunted with, but the black wolf was nowhere to be found.

Instead he left his former life with not so much as a word, and now, not a few hours later, it seemed like business as usual in camp. It seemed like he had never existed in their memory, and this saddened Athos for some reason. The white wolf had come up to the overlook early, anticipation buzzing steadily in his nerves. The dim rays of the twilight sun drifted through the heavy overcast to the west, turning the once vibrant landscape into a bleak gray shell of its former self. A few flakes drifted into his fur, melding seamlessly into the color, but he sat there, immobile, thinking of his past, and regretting far too much of it.

Lost in thought, Athos almost didn't hear the soft sounds of paw pads behind him. It didn't dawn on the wolf that there was no clatter of hooves, but he wasn't expecting anyone else up here. He smiled into the wind.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up."

There was no reply.

"About our last words. I meant every one of them."

A pair of paws behind him started to tremble with fury. Athos continued, unaware of who was behind him, the gale blowing the blistering scent of rage and indignation away from him. The white wolf stood up from the boulder, and looked at the edge of the cliff a few feet away. To think two weeks ago he was tempted to fling himself off its precipice. Now, it seemed life his life had only just begun.

"I'll never forget the look on your face when I spoke those words to you, before you left ..." Athos turned around, a small, coy smile on his muzzle.

The sight of his former beta greeted him instead, and an overwhelming, stabbing pain that seemed to filled the void of his dumb stricken thoughts. His paws immediately flew to Kryven's own paw, pushed tight up against his stomach, but the trembling of the black wolf's muzzle, his amber eyes that burned with pure malice, captivated his numbing senses. His fur cloak slid down his back to the ground, small drops of blood on it. Athos' confused, pained, expression followed Kryven's arm, down to the wrist, and finally to the paw that gripped the wooden handle of his hunting knife.

The serrated blade now buried deep within him.

Athos' gave a low, quiet bark and his quivering blue eyes looked back up to meet his beta's amber pair, questioning, searching for an answer for this unforeseen betrayal. When Athos found none in the cold, hard, satisfied stare, he pulled backwards off the knife, its serrated edge ripping apart his insides. His paws clenched the ragged bloody hole left behind, ragged bits of his intestines still on Kryven's blade. His hind legs, suddenly weak, took a step back. And another.

Athos teetered backwards on the edge of the cliff, before falling several hundred feet to the sharp rocks below.

Kryven watched the gutless defector disappear over the precipice. A flood of emotions suddenly coursed through him while the snowy wind howled around him. Satisfaction. Regret. Compensation. Remorse. Peace. Strife. He stood there for several minutes, locked in place from the overwhelming flood, before finally cleaning the gore off his alpha's weapon on the material of his loincloth, and replacing it in his own sheath next to his. He turned to leave.

A wall of antlers and solid muscle stopped him.

Kryven's muzzle never had time to form even a shocked expression before the buck lowered his horns and charged, bellowing out his madness, his grief. Kryven yelped out as the large rack of horn scooped him up off his hind feet, and slammed him into the birch tree with bone crunching force. His breath knocked from him, the black wolf gave a wheezing bark, blood suddenly trickling from his nose and muzzle. Through blinding pain he looked down, and found the buck's antlers impaling him through the chest to the tree. His hind paws convulsed, thumped against the bark of the birch, dangling several feet off the ground.

For several long moments all that accompanied the long howl of the wind was the sound of the former beta's gurgling whimpers as his lungs filled with blood, and the short, insane, grief stricken, hitching of the buck's chest. They regarded each other in the ensuing moments, their eyes only inches away from each other, one brown pair watching the other's essence slip slowly from them. In that amber pair, a slow realization, acceptance to the inevitable.

The buck, impatient with the drawn-out process, reached to the dying alpha's weapon sheath, and took out the knife, slashing his belly wide open. Coils of slick intestine spilled out onto the frozen ground, steaming in the frigid autumn twilight. Kryven felt little of it, as his trembling, pinned body slipped quietly into shock. As the black wolf's life force slowly drained out of him, his feeble paws reached up to clutch the root of the buck's antlers, as he had done only a few weeks ago. Kryven's head slowly dipped, his bloody chin coming to rest against his perforated chest.

His eyes trembled no more, the amber fire in them, extinguished.

The buck stood there, unmoving, loud, broken barks of anguish escaping from his lungs. After a few minutes, the buck finally pulled his antler tips from the bark of the bitch, out of the black wolf's chest, and the limb corpse fell to the ground in a heap. The grief stricken cervine suddenly howled out, falling to his knees, his broken mind slicing itself on its many jagged fragments. The buck's bellows of rage carried down through the valley below, and several wolves looked up from their duties, suddenly afraid. After a long while the buck cries quieted, and with numb, hollow eyes looked at the knife he still held.

He looked at the corpse laying in front of him, and the aberrant taste for the flesh came upon him again.

But this time he could not stop it.

He crawled over to the dead lupine body, and placed the knife's edge just under the black fur and tight skin, slicing upwards. His skill was crude, but he had seen it done many times to his brothers and sisters. He had all the time in the world. When he was finished he tossed the skin aside, drool falling out of his slack snout, and he lowered it to the exposed meat.

His flat teeth encountered some difficulty, but the bitter tang that danced across his taste buds found no comparison.

Still, after a few bites, the buck cackled madly. The taste of the flesh was too good to be savored alone. He sat back up and whiped the blood from his chin. He knew of a few that would appreciate the meat, and he would bring it to them. But first, there was a lot to be done. He looked at the strong, serrated edge of the knife, and brought it up to the root of his right antler. He began to saw through it, grimacing, hideous laughter filling the darkening night ...

* * * * *

Urex watched as yet another round of his pack mates made their way to the fire pot. The rest of his pack continued to slurp their meal, some already on their third bowl. The pups especially liked tonight's meal, and the pack Elders found no reason to enforce rationing tonight, themselves giving into to the savory taste that came from the fire pot. He wasn't so sure, as the scent from the pot sent a shiver of his spine.

Instead he crept his way over to Kryven, who sat just beyond the flickering glow of the cook fire. He sat down several feet away, worried that the black wolf still held a grudge over leaving him alone under the pine tree last night. When the wolf said nothing when he sat down, Urex became worried. He looked at the dim form huddled in the fur cloak before him. Although he knew it was Athos's cloak, he new better than to ask questions to his new alpha.

Still, something seemed wrong.

Kryven reeked of death and buck. He reeked so much of buck that his wolf scent seemed strangely masked, as if Kryven had somehow crawled up inside his dead prey. His skin and fur were torn in some places, and blood still matted his fur. Tonights solo hunt must have been horrific, as it almost seemed liked some parts of Kyrven's skin hung loose on him, and two large bumps jutted out from the top of his skull, tight under the skin. His hunter's knife seemed dull, and that wasn't like Kryven at all.

Without saying anything, Kryven handed him a bowel. Urex sworn he saw hoove nails, but the lighting was dim, so he was probably mistaken. When he brought the spoon up to his muzzle and sniffed, Urex seemed hesitant.

"What is it?" the gamma asked, placing the wooden spoon inside his muzzle. The buck smiled maniacally at the gamma from under the black wolf's skin. His brown eyes twinkled with mad glee as the lanky lupine seemed to savor the taste.

"If I told you ... I'm afraid you might not finish it ..."

~ Fin ~

First of all: Credit were Credit is Due. Many thanks to Hbruton, and her wonderful furry art series on which this dark tale is loosely based. Many muzzle licks to Lykos Bane, and the conversation that led to this twisted little yarn. If this meal left a unsavory taste on your palate, let me know! I'm always looking to improve my art of appalling the squeamish.

*Grins at you, yellow eyes narrowing* It is after all ... what horror writers do ...