The scent of blood hung in the air, mixed with sweat and the dry smell of the forest. He stood over his kill, muscles rippling, flexing and unflexing. At his feet lay the mangled remains of the rabbit he had spotted just mere minutes ago. The poor thing. It never had a chance. The thoughts intruded his head without warning, but as they did he felt no remorse, no compassion. All he felt was the blood running through him, the buzzing in his head that always happened after a kill, he felt strong and full of rage. Wry knew it would subside, it always did after a while, but he was always very cautious after a kill for he never wanted to go overboard if he could avoid it. Now, staring at the ripped to pieces rabbit, this feeling felt strong, it felt as if it was consuming him. He shook his head, Just eat.
At his paws was what was left of the body, that's what he started on. He lowered himself to the ground and began eating. The kill was so fresh blood oozed from every bite. It only fueled his lustful feeling. He finished with the body in minutes, it hadn't been very big and at this state Wry was almost vicious as he ate, tearing off large portions and wolfing them down. When he was done he left his kill, with the knowledge that scavengers would soon be along to finish it. It was wasteful when there were others starving within the human cities and town, but Wry could see crows perched on a pine bough waiting for their turn.
His mouth was covered in blood, his paws as well. It was a frightful sight. Luckily the forest had a number of little stream and as he set off in a western direction he could hear the babbling caused by one. When he happened upon it Wry took a few drinks, clearing the taste of blood from his mouth, and then stepped into the chilly water, cleaning his paws. The water's current removed most of the blood from his body but faint stains were still visible. He mentally shrugged and stepped out of the water. Life in the forest was solitary, rarely did he see another canine, yet even someone as twisted as himself yearned for other's contact. As he stepped out of that stream Wry made the decision to continue west, in search of a town or city, where he might find others.
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He had been wandering, no destination in sight, for more then a few days. When he finally happened upon a town he scarcely glanced at its name. The sign read Reglos. This didn't register in Wry's mind but he didn't care. Unmindful of humans and other dangers he walked down a side road, hoping to find another canine. What he would do when he did was a mystery. Wry often made imprudent decisions and this was one of them.