| Histe | Mare | 5 | 15.1hh | Equine

The scent of blood was heavy in the air in a place where it usually smelled of fresh grass and flowers. Histe much preferred the bloody smell that now permeated everything. It was intoxicating and almost arousing. Almost.

She had her back turned on the scene where only moments before a mare and a stallion, both unicorns, had been lost in the throws of their passion. Now they lay separated, in a heap of bloody flesh and disemboweled organs. The stallion hadn't even managed to get his rocks off before he'd been felled by Merikh and Histe. The cougar had leaped from a tree branch hanging over head and dug his claws into the stallion's shoulders as his jaws latched onto the base of his neck. There was a crunch and a pop, a scream and a thud, another crunch as Histe's hooves crushed his skull.

The mare had panicked and tried to run, but in her blinding fear she had fallen over a tree root and in the fall she had managed to break one of her legs. Histe might have just let her go had she not fallen, but her sobbing in fear and pain had been annoying and so she had sent Merikh to silence her. The brindled mare was giddy at the site of the cougar's strong jaws clamped around the mare's throat. She had pleaded for her life, but it lasted only seconds before her voice was nothing more than the sound of blood gurgling in her throat.

A feast had followed shortly after. Merikh used his claws to slice open the stallion's belly and Histe began removing organs gleefully. Part of his intestines hung from a low tree branch, his stomach was tossed carelessly by a tree trunk, lungs were ripped from his chest cavity and lay in the grass, glistening beautifully in the sunlight. His heart had been consumed by the mare before she moved on to the mare and decimated her insides like she had the stallions.

Now she stood content, her left hip cocked so her hoof rested on its tip, her belly full of meat and grass. She looked the vision of contentment and serenity and anyone might have thought she was just enjoying the day, but her coat was painted crimson with the blood of the two she had murdered, bits of skull and brain matter were plastered to her hooves, and blood still dripped from her maw.

There was nothing like a good murder or two to start the day.



@[Ricochet]