A large silver blur darted past the building where the two people stood, beset by Dancers, lunging up suddenly into the air straight towards the writhing group of Nobodies. Long narrow jaws snapped shut around a booted leg, teeth tearing skin and snagging fabric. The great wolf hit the ground running, dragging the unfortunate creature behind him. He pawed to a stop some distance away out in the open, an area already cleared of people, whether fleeing from the monsters or Graywolf himself. Though he didn't like to admit it, they had a decent reason to run.
He hadn't eaten in days.
It was almost ridiculous how hard it was to find food in this place. He had been so used to just being served his own food, demanding it even, but there were no more servants, and he couldn't bring himself to bullying people. So, he had learned with some trial and error, as well as a few sore teeth, that the decorative fruit trees dotting Paixao were just that, decoration. Not real. There weren't even any animals, other than strange glowing white monsters, and these weird human-but-not-human smelling things.
His mane flared, and he gave his prey a violent shake, hearing bones snap and crack with a satisfying crunch between his teeth. The monster released the still living creature, letting it fall hobbled to the ground, still squirming and writhing in its odd dance. He lowered his head to give the thing a cursory sniff, pink tongue licking at his lips. No blood. Oh well, blood or not a meal was still a meal. If a scrawny one, one that was barely a mouthful. ... That wouldn't do.
Blue eyes roved over to the still swarming Nobodies, and he charged their way again, paws swift over the cobblestone street. That violent almost comical shock of gray fur around his head and neck bristled as he dashed for them, curled silver horns crackling with light blue sparks. He opened his jaws wide and roared in exertion, blue lightning discharging from his horns into the ranks of the enemy in one powerful bolt, turning that rhythmic dance into a spasmodic jerk.
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He hadn't eaten in days.
It was almost ridiculous how hard it was to find food in this place. He had been so used to just being served his own food, demanding it even, but there were no more servants, and he couldn't bring himself to bullying people. So, he had learned with some trial and error, as well as a few sore teeth, that the decorative fruit trees dotting Paixao were just that, decoration. Not real. There weren't even any animals, other than strange glowing white monsters, and these weird human-but-not-human smelling things.
His mane flared, and he gave his prey a violent shake, hearing bones snap and crack with a satisfying crunch between his teeth. The monster released the still living creature, letting it fall hobbled to the ground, still squirming and writhing in its odd dance. He lowered his head to give the thing a cursory sniff, pink tongue licking at his lips. No blood. Oh well, blood or not a meal was still a meal. If a scrawny one, one that was barely a mouthful. ... That wouldn't do.
Blue eyes roved over to the still swarming Nobodies, and he charged their way again, paws swift over the cobblestone street. That violent almost comical shock of gray fur around his head and neck bristled as he dashed for them, curled silver horns crackling with light blue sparks. He opened his jaws wide and roared in exertion, blue lightning discharging from his horns into the ranks of the enemy in one powerful bolt, turning that rhythmic dance into a spasmodic jerk.