-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

[The Pittian]

Ha! Finally. He has her. Such pathetic struggles.. It is fine entertainment to mockingly bat back at her with his paws, to snap at her with his fangs.

His growl of delight is cut short by the feeble clawing at his underside. The wolf pauses his attempts to lock his jaws around Schism's neck to stare balefully down at her, thick fur protecting him from the worst of it. Seeing her so weak.. so close to death by his tooth.. It sends a tingle down his spine, setting his hackle standing upright. The scent of fear hidden by her fierce expressions entices him only more.

A great figure looms over the two. It blocks out the February sunlight. "You're weak." He laughs, too focused on his prey to notice. "Weaker tha-- urghk." The wolf is snapped up into Acnestis's maw.

[Acnestis]

The forest seems to fall silent as a most pitiful whimpering of pain emits from the struggling form caught in his jaws. Acnestis lifts his head high, shaking the wolf, crushing him to death with a splatter of blood, then unceremoniously swallowing the monster whole. It is over within seconds.

A stray breeze whispers through the pines. Nearby, a bird dares to call out to his mate.

Acnestis emits a prideful purr as he pivots clumsily yet confidently in place, flashing his crest & size for the female he has just "won". 'Look at how strong I am.' He seems to say. 'Look how capable.' The creature cannot grasp such concepts as slavery, revenge, sadistic torture. In his eyes, he has simply eliminated competition. In his eyes, he must now secure the female's trust lest she kill him-- as a true female of his species would --or flee.
The lumbering theropod turns a circle before facing her once more. He bows his head, blood dripping from his muzzle, & coos, averting his gaze with a drooping of his tail. The stick juice clinging to his scales begins to itch. He pays it little mind.