the devil's got stripes

Beneath him she breaks, cracking beneath the pressure of his ferocity, crumpling in inferiority. He is becoming the superior, the avenger. He was bringing justice to his past self, the man who was unjustly ruined at the hands of a younger girl he has so dearly poured his heart and soul into. He had wanted to be loved by someone, for once in his mundane existence he wanted love and acceptance from someone who wasn't forced into it through biological means. He had been so naive, believing this love would come without a price, that he would not have to suffer to earn such love. 

How foolish he had been, how gullible. He had been pitiful and sickening with a selfish need to be the center of attention. It was surely tragic in at least one persons eye, but he thought it pathetic that he had been so disgustingly idiotic. Him now was a better being, a better state of mind. He was stronger in this state, less vulnerable to being an emotional disaster and letting his feelings get the best of him. And here he stood now, looking down upon the reason for his destruction in the first place. All cream and strawberry, weak and sickening. 

There's blood in his mouth, not his, but it's there and the taste of it sends shivers down his spine. It's sweetly familiar, metallic and delicious in a way he's familiar with, but this is somehow different. Of all the other times, it has never been the blood of anyone he cares for or has loved deeply, it has always been an animal or insignificant equine who was just unlucky that day. But this, this was something all new to him. A whole new world of flavour to discover, a new palette revealed at the taste of a past love's flesh. It sends him into a savage frenzy of unmanageable proportion, the saliva of his maw dripping as his tongue lolls out to lap up the rogue blood. 

Tasty. More, more! More! More!

His mind is going wild, sent into a craze as he looks down upon the weakened mare with no sympathy, overcome with a need to consume. He licks his lips again and again, staring down at the sobbing form with little recognition for the fact that she was something that was living, breathing. In his eyes, a toy that he could earn food from if he beat it around enough, something to keep him entertained while he gnawed and broke and tore and feasted. 

Stop? Stop? How can he stop when this has only just begun? He throws back his head in an exaggerated fashion, laughing deep and husky and full of false amusement as his sides shake with each exhale. He brings his body up, forehooves rising as he prepares to break her, to finally feel crunching bone and tearing ligaments. He slams them down, wanting to feel charcoal collide with a dual tone shoulder, wicked grin upon his hybrid features. His greed was consuming him, his forehooves slamming into the earth as he attempts to bite the already open would upon her neck, breath heavy with excitement as he feels the urge to tear her apart. He pulls away with an open mouth, sharp ivory glistening with lethal intent as he whips around to send a harsh blow towards the leg closest to him, to snap the knee the wrong way and leave her stranded by his side. 

The beast tries to push her down again, trying to force his weight unto her and bring her down so that she's more vulnerable to his attacks. He was becoming reckless, caring less about her well being and more about the flesh hidden beneath the rosy golden layers. He had thrown away rationality, morality lost and his sanity to the overwhelming need to succumb to the marvelous tastes of Hotaru's blood. Goodbye world, he bids it the cruelest of good byes while he tries to beat the girl before him to an unrecognizable mess. 

"growl grumble roar"