It’s been a while since my last walk

and my last post. Wolf and I have been working on some stuff like building up our island here, adding rock formations and a large forest, among other things.     

Last night though, I finally felt the urge to head out.  

It was snowing when I stepped out into a city, but I didn’t mind. I don’t get cold like I used as a human, so I was comfortable while walking around, enjoying the sensation of the flakes falling on me and the crunching sound of my footsteps through the snow on the ground. That was until another noise caught my attention. I turned a corner to see that, further up the street, a man and a woman had gotten out of a car and were in the middle of a very one-sided fight. The man was swearing, threatening and insulting the crying woman as he dragged her towards, what I’m guessing, was their house.

“Hey! Leave her the fuck alone, dude!” I called out as I walked towards them.

The guy let her go before stomping towards me until he was in my face.

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?” he snarled.

“Or what? You’re gonna make me?” I said with a smirk.

He backed off like he was about to turn and walk away, only to suddenly take a swing at me. His punch was wide and clumsy, so I easily caught his fist in my hand, driving my claws into his flesh.

He cried out and tried to hit me with his free hand, but that didn’t work out any better for him.

I let my hands separate from my arms at the wrist before slowly turning them.

“Stop- STOP!” he yelled as he tried to pull away before sinking to his knees in pain. His hands, still caught in mine, were forced to turn along with them until his wrists snapped.

His screams were music to my ears. I was so absorbed by the sound and the scent of his blood, that I was caught by surprise when something hit the back of my head. Releasing his hands as I shoved him to the ground, I spun around, only to have to stop myself before my claws hit the woman. While I was focused on the dude, she had apparently circled around and hit me with her purse, trying to save his ass.

She gasped and flinched back but was otherwise frozen in fear.

“You should go inside.” I growled, pointing to the house.

“P-please don’t kill him” her voice was almost a whisper.

“Go inside” I repeated. “Now.”

She stood there for a few seconds, seeming unsure of what to do before finally backing away and running to the door. Turning my attention back to the groaning asshole, I saw that he was trying to get up. Lifting my shirt, I exposed my, now open, belly mouth. He tried to scream again, but it was cut off as a tentacle shot out of it, wrapping around his neck, before pulling him in. One bite later, he was dead.