{Meals} to [DIE] for! (Death of Sedaka)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Pleasant gurgling echoed in the clearing, gracing upon the ears of its listeners with a soothing tongue seeming to croon It’s alright- everything will be alright… One of its listeners was a particularly elderly wolf, his muzzle nearly white with his incredible age. It had been a great effort for him to drag himself from camp to this very spot… but, then again, he presumed it would be his final effort. He was the oldest wolf in the forest- older than Toss, even… who seemed equally likely to perish soon. I’m sorry Aliya… but I can’t hold on much longer…
It was the Healer, Sedaka, who stopped beside the Nuka River with his crown tilted back, his body swathed in the moonshine that glittered above. He had served more than three alphas… and he knew that had been enough. Taking a few crooked steps toward the stream, he kneeled- and collapsed- beside the river. Wincing as he fell amongst the river rocks, he slowly lapped up the icy water that washed past his paws.
”…I rely on you to take over the pack, Kiki… I hope you forgive me for choosing Silas as well- but I wanted to make sure that he’d be the neophyte when I passed on…”
No one heard him.
No one but the shadow lurking in the bushes.
Swiping a tongue around his salivating maw, the figure emerged, hungrily watching the healer. “It is not my taste to dine on the ill or dying, but I am afraid I will have to make an exception, for I cannot stand to be starved any longer.”
Sedaka instantly twisted about, ears flaring and eyes widening. This is not supposed to happen… “Back off, you filthy demon! You shall have no ‘fill’ tonight!” he warned… although he soon realized that he shouldn’t have spoken, especially in his condition.
“Tsk, tsk- how rude of you… I greatly dislike rude people.” The brute advanced a few steps, eyes gleaming red in the moonlight. “But I don’t suppose I’ll be getting an apology?”
“Never,” Sedaka hissed.
“Ah, well… ta ta for now, then-”
The wolf lunged, fangs locking with Sedaka’s stomach before he ripped upward, dagger-like fangs carving a straight line through the flesh… from the middle up to the throat.
As the Healer gurgled helplessly- choking on his own blood as his innards spilled from his body- the other wolf grinned with blood caking his muzzle. “Bowels in… or bowels out?”
Sedaka fell to the ground, his corpse already beginning to reek from the horrible death he had came by. Hannibal simply licked his lips, and leaned to begin feasting on the side of Sedaka’s face.
…old… but not bad…
When he had finished his twisted ‘meal’, Hannibal stood and turned, heading calmly back into the woods… leaving only a trail of blood in his wake.
Sedaka was dead.


((ok- FINALLY I killed him... and I got to use my little cannibal to dispose of him- hoorah!
Apologies for the gore- although I actually editing some things out before posting X3))

[Sivoncé™]

Rehema let out a sharp gasp, eyes wide as she watched the old healer fall to the ground. She screamed, backing away and darting away into the brush. Too late, she realized the beast would've noted her prescence. But who could stay silent after witnessing such a thing?
Her legs pumped fast, determined to escape.

(eat her XP)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(lol, alright X3)

Hannibal's ears perked, his muzzle swaying to one side. Through the trees, he spotted a flash of fur racing away in the opposite direction. "Ah- come to watch, have you?"
Within moments, the wolf went from a near standstill to a blur of movement, his powerful muscles leading him to crash through the brush in front of Rehema, cutting off her escape route.
Fangs glittered- blood-red- in a sort of crooked smile.
"It seems as if I have attracted an audience... I must add that his cheeks were particularly appetizing. Did you not see how I lingered over them- savoring their flavor? If so, goody goody- maybe you'll try it sometime. You will, won't you? Flesh tastes very good..."