They both look at me in terror. But then, JM bites me. I'll show that cur who he's messing with. I pick the the dumb dog up by his throat and watch him struggle. Its so beautiful. I toss him against the wall and hear a whimper. Music to my ears. I pick him up again by his hind legs and drag him outside. A blood trail following the wolf. I walk out and close the door. Its raining. I break off a tree limb and stick it in the ground. I grow my tentacles long enough to hold him up about ten feet higher than me. I slam him down onto the limb. He is impaled. It was like a piece of art. All of the beautiful blood and gore. Incredible. He whimpers his last breath and dies. Blood running from his eyes, nose, and mouth. Choking on his own blood. He dies. I see the silhouette of a cat rise above a nearby hill. It stares down at me with feline eyes.
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The Squidtato Clan
MaceraThe war on the side of The Squidtato Clan against The Wolf Pack and The Cat assassin, Katrina
