tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-06-18 20:06:00 |
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Normally, she only hunted with her mate -- she knew him, how he killed, how he worked; it was easy and efficient to track prey with someone you were connected so closely with. However, Tabitha had different orders tonight; some of the young ones in her alpha's pack were growing reckless, and their dominance scuffles out of hand. This would not do, and she was placed in charge of trying to keep some of them in line. While Tabitha was savage and wild, she knew her place in this pack, and knew not to disobey the alpha -- it was just the way things are, and it was time this young male learned his place, too. Her lips curled back and she snarled at the other werewolf when he tried to sprint off on his own, hackles raised. The male stopped to stare at Tabitha, attempting to evaluate the situation, and she bore down upon him with all her strength. The scuffle did not last long. Tabitha kept her body rigid, tail held high and ears pricked forward as she imposed her dominant rank over this werewolf upon the adolescent. Vicious snarls, snapping jaws -- Tabitha closed her teeth around the scruff of the younger werewolf's neck and forced him to the ground. It was only then that he went belly up for her, tail tucked between his hind legs and ears pressed flat against his head. Tabitha growled and stood over him until he whined, rolling over onto his paws again but keeping low, tail still tucked, licking at the underside of her muzzle. She bared her fangs but accepted the sign of submission, moving away from him in search of their prey for that night. Tabitha had chosen a campground, both for the safety that the woods provided and the irony of hunting in a similar location to where she had been when she had faced a werewolf for the first time, changing her life forever. She remained alert as she ran through the woods, the younger werewolf trying to keep up behind her until she finally, finally caught the scent of humans nearby. She could smell the smoke of a campfire, too, with burning marshmallows and the distant sound of laughter reaching alert ears. A thrill ran through her body and she burst fourth into a faster run with renewed energy, jaws open and salivating with her hunger. Tabitha's ears twitched, pleased to hear the sound of the younger male who was hunting with her tonight still running close behind her. She could see the bright glow of the fire in the distance, and she slowed down, panting as she began to circle around to find the best entry point for her attack. The other werewolf was impatient, wanting to strike now, but Tabitha flashed her fangs and the male lowered himself to the ground. She understood, though. She felt it too, running deep in her veins, in the very core of the curse; the desperate, ravenous hunger that enslaved their minds. It was consuming, blinding to nearly all other instincts and thoughts. There seemed to be three of them in the camp, oblivious to their presence, and while Tabitha could hear them talking and laughing she couldn't make out what they were saying. It didn't matter. She knew they would run, though, and she growled at the young pup to stay put before running around to the side of their camp so she could chase them right toward the male's waiting jaws. The muscles in her legs twitched as she crept closer, and like a spring she lunged at the campers once she could feel the heat of the fire against her. The campers screamed, and that same thrill ran through her at the sound, the smell of their fear encouraging her on. Two of the campers ran, and out of the corner of her eye she could see the other werewolf leap out to meet them. Tabitha turned her attention to the foolish human male who stayed behind, and their eyes met; suddenly having second thoughts of trying to fight back, the man tripped over himself to escape. She pounced onto his back, claws digging into his shoulders, tearing down his back, blood seeping up through the wounds. The man screamed and struggled under her, twisting to get away from her claws and scratching at the ground. Tabitha continued to run her claws down him, shredding his back into unrecognizable chunks of flesh, and then she lunged down to sink fangs into the back of his neck. With a firm grip, she shook her head violently, shaking her prey like a rag doll. Oh, but the blood tasted divine; she enjoyed it still in her human form, but when she was let free like this in her wolf shape, it was only then that the taste of flesh and bone and blood became an euphoric drug. The first taste sent her wild, and she tore and ripped and shredded everywhere she could reach -- her claws splitting open his sides, her teeth tearing off pieces of muscle and flesh as she swallowed down each bite whole. The man was still screaming as she feasted, weak, quiet gurgles escaping from his throat, but it was was not long until he stopped responding at all, completely lifeless. Tabitha moved on as soon as he stopped struggling, and ran off to catch up with the other two humans; her companion had already caught and slaughtered the other male human that had run from her, mauled to shreds and left the other werewolf just as covered in blood as Tabitha was. That meant there was still one left -- the girl was still running from them, but Tabitha could hear that she was not far off. They could catch her. She threw back her head and howled at the bright, full moon, the other werewolf joining her in song -- their voices carried into the night, impossible to tell which direction they might be coming from. The sound was enough, though; the human girl sobbed as she realised the monstrous wolves were still after her. Tabitha ran after the girl, the other male running with her, quickly closing the distance between them and the human. She caught up with the human first, jaws snapping shut around her ankle and tripping the girl. Her teeth ripped through her tendon, and the human screamed in agony as she fell to the ground. She tried to strike out at Tabitha, hitting her in attempt to get her to let go of her ankle, but then the second werewolf was on her from the opposite end -- he bit deeply into her arm just at the shoulder, head jerking viciously and trying to pull the woman away from Tabitha. But she was having none of it; Tabitha clenched her jaws down tightly around the woman's leg and tried pulling back, growling deeply, the human's screams ignored by both of the beasts. They tore and shredded at her flesh, ripping limbs from her body as they pulled at her like a rope toy. They continued to tear her apart long after she died until she was nothing but a nearly unrecognizable pile of mangled flesh and bone, and the werewolves licked the blood off their muzzles after they feasted on her innards. However, the night was still young -- they had plenty more time to sate the bloodlust that ran through their veins, and Tabitha led them away from the bloodied corpses in search of new, fresh prey. |