05-21-2020, 01:03 AM
cw: insects & parasites.
AND HE LAPS UP THE VICE LIKE A WOLF IN THE NIGHT
Dirt had happened on quite a scene indeed. He'd smelled something foreign through the brush, another group, something young, still tinged with milk. He followed his nose, happening on the two brothers, so small, so filled with grief. A mother's love, a mother's loss. It was enough to make his heart ache.
If he'd had one.
Another had rushed onto the scene, a large hybrid cat, protecting the one that smelled most like The Pitt. New blood, then. Not long after he himself had joined. Dante snarled at the very upset little cat, and Dirt let his lips warp into a grin. Perhaps the offending kitten needed some encouragement.
The massive beast stalks towards the three, making his own attempt to force distance between the brothers with bared teeth and rotting breath, his muzzle swooping low, trying to nudge Ivan back, standing in front of Dante. He was not rough, but his massive teeth carried a threat. And it would be so easy, to close his jaws over that pulsing little life. Insignificant to the large wolf. Barely a snack.
"You're far from home, little one. And so brave," He croons, his voice smooth as honey. Filled with botulism and maggots. Writhing, like the centipede skittering up his leg. Cockroaches dance in his fur, one running over his snout, as he tries to get in Ivan's face. "Run along, now. Your brother made his choice."
He is ours, now, little boy. Dirt pants in the heat, tongue dripping with saliva, fetid and filled with worms.
If he'd had one.
Another had rushed onto the scene, a large hybrid cat, protecting the one that smelled most like The Pitt. New blood, then. Not long after he himself had joined. Dante snarled at the very upset little cat, and Dirt let his lips warp into a grin. Perhaps the offending kitten needed some encouragement.
The massive beast stalks towards the three, making his own attempt to force distance between the brothers with bared teeth and rotting breath, his muzzle swooping low, trying to nudge Ivan back, standing in front of Dante. He was not rough, but his massive teeth carried a threat. And it would be so easy, to close his jaws over that pulsing little life. Insignificant to the large wolf. Barely a snack.
"You're far from home, little one. And so brave," He croons, his voice smooth as honey. Filled with botulism and maggots. Writhing, like the centipede skittering up his leg. Cockroaches dance in his fur, one running over his snout, as he tries to get in Ivan's face. "Run along, now. Your brother made his choice."
He is ours, now, little boy. Dirt pants in the heat, tongue dripping with saliva, fetid and filled with worms.
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