[It hurts, everything hurts. Having to remain standing was a struggle as he stands on all fours. The wolves were still hovering around him, almost as if they were waiting for something. As if they knew.
It happened so quickly, for a beast covered in wounds. Claws stabbed into the nearest wolf, tail swinging, knocking into anyone or anything that didn't move out of the way fast enough. He care little of his surroundings, all he could think of was satiating his hunger. He gorges onto the wolf that didn't even try to free itself, hardly making a sound. The other wolves did not run either as one of their own is taken from them. They kept waiting.
It was just one wolf, but he could feel his energy replenish, his body warming up. Onto the next one, and then the third, going after each with increasing ferocity. Their home shakes as he slams into it, not really watching or able to control his movements in his weaken state. Just eat, and keep eating.
Why did this warmth feel so familiar tho...? Why does it hurt, even as he could feel his body recovering?
Something wet is falling from his face. He had started to cry. Soon enough, the wolves have all been consumed, a clawed hand grasping the side of their home, the other over his face. Why did it hurt so much?! He suddenly let out a deafening scream. He's on his knees, both hands now grasping his head.
CW: Eating live animals imagery
It happened so quickly, for a beast covered in wounds. Claws stabbed into the nearest wolf, tail swinging, knocking into anyone or anything that didn't move out of the way fast enough. He care little of his surroundings, all he could think of was satiating his hunger. He gorges onto the wolf that didn't even try to free itself, hardly making a sound. The other wolves did not run either as one of their own is taken from them. They kept waiting.
It was just one wolf, but he could feel his energy replenish, his body warming up. Onto the next one, and then the third, going after each with increasing ferocity. Their home shakes as he slams into it, not really watching or able to control his movements in his weaken state. Just eat, and keep eating.
Why did this warmth feel so familiar tho...? Why does it hurt, even as he could feel his body recovering?
Something wet is falling from his face. He had started to cry. Soon enough, the wolves have all been consumed, a clawed hand grasping the side of their home, the other over his face. Why did it hurt so much?! He suddenly let out a deafening scream. He's on his knees, both hands now grasping his head.
He's done something terrible. He had failed.
He failed.]