Volcanic Hate

It's really easy for me to just float instead of walk. I decided to go out alone, leaving a note so Enety wouldn't make a scene and be scared about me, worrying if I died or got hurt or kidnapped. A trip around the mountain isn't going to kill me, and the egg we found was going to hatch in some days time as well, so that's a nice thought. Hearing a bit of rocks fall behind me, I made a swift turn. Observing every inch in my line of sight. Stalked on a hike up a mountain? Crazy Saphleons. I turned back around, with, to my surprise, an unknown and unexpected face right up to mine. Shock and fear filled me, taking in the image of the brutal Saphleon, this new image that'll stick to me as long as I live. Disgusting.

Bulky, no telling if there were more like him in this world. I would easily believe he was the only Saphleon in the universe like this. He wore a belt made from skins. The sickening thought sunk in. Fur mangled, ripped, all one species. He had killed Saphleons and used their furs and body however he wanted. There were ears and tails and other body parts, including a light Purple Heart with darker purple spots hanging off the belt. He looked to be 8 foot something, an abnormal size. Dark charcoal black fur with an odd gleam, dried brown and fresher reds with some other colours stuck to his fur, in clumps and coating, from odd Saphleons. Those colours, dried blood, and a bit of fresh blood, with the Saphleon skin belt on him it was obvious. If I could cry, right now I would be, not for myself but the poor lives that might have had families and others to look after.

He raised his right paw and unsheathed claws that glimmered with a silver that most likely meant metal. Or odd bone this Saphleon has in his body. In the blink of an eye he grabbed my frozen still body and had his claws wrapped around me, cutting in me. Then his other paw, me noticing just as it happened, making me yelp, yanked me out of his right paw and slammed me into the ground with loud cracks from my now limp body. Splattered blood all around. A quick spray, now painting over his black fur and the rocks that were under me.

He peeled my body off the rock, looking at me with a glare of hate that could make even the strongest wilt. I was alive. He hated that, the glare of hate worsened. He slammed my already broken body into the same place, harder this time. Peeling me off again, I was alive. I was breathing heavily, it took everything in me not to pass out. He grabbed two sharp rocks and pressed me against the mountain side. He slammed one in my left shoulder, then my right, rough and painful, to hold me in place. I spit out swears and curses at him, boiling with anger for what he has done, not just to me but clearly to helpless Saphleon as well.

He then, in a deep, horrifying raspy voice, said in my ear, "shut your hole or I'll find a sharp rock to stab down your throat. " I didn't want to shut up to him, but right after saying that, taking his right paw he pressed one of his sharp claws in my rib cage, by my stomach. He pressed in slowly, me unable to muster a noise from how unbelievable this was. Cutting in me, a deep red flowing out of me as he pressed in more and more, sliding down until he hit below the mouth on my stomach. Blood flowed out, his claws clearly having some kind of liquid so nothing would clot.

He pulled at my intestines, leaving them hanging down and cut up at parts, a gut spill. The image of me was horrifying. My ribs were visible, muscle showing and skin torn and cut up. My guts spilling out, slowly dropping down more, with too much blood dripping. He turned around, no longer looking at me, since he knew how this went already. He was pleased with his job, not sick to the sight. Done it before many times, his pleasure showed that.

He's too dangerous to be living. I was livid, my limp body regaining movement as my bones melted back together and the cut he made through my body and organs sealed and felt like hell as it healed. Soaked in anger, not caring for the pain, I ripped my arms off the sharp rocks, leaving a majority of my arms stuck against the rock as new parts healed over, faster, boiling in anger. Burning, painful, but my hate for his actions meaning more than anything else at this moment.

I was floating, as per usual, and swiftly lunged toward him, my mouth on my stomach opening as wide as possible, a huge gaping mouth, because of the elasticity in the mouth on my stomach. Showing lava and obsidian teeth and the tongue a mix of both, the mouth on my stomach able to expand amazing amounts, landed to the back of his head then over his face. A burst of screams and surprised tears came out from him in an instant. Dark red, almost black blood rolled down his fur in lumps, with his body going limp instead of mine this time.

"Good bye." I whispered to his becoming lifeless body, in my scrappy, split, anger filled voice. My mouth on my stomach was still feeding on him, me hovering over him, leaving the skins and parts of the Saphleon that should have been spared out to sit, the slaughtered Saphleon lives that should be around still. I could never eat them, but I don't have the energy to bury the body parts either. I felt guilty for that, but I can bury them another time. The stench of the burnt, disgusting, now dead, cruel monster of a Saphleon would definitely ward off any predators. This wasn't an edible creature, in any form.

Enety will have a story to freak over yet again now, since I've been in danger before. This was an amazing discovery but this time if I wasn't immortal, I'd be dead, he is not going to like this. He will like the immortal part, maybe, it made us seem destined together since he is immortal as well. All I can do is hope for the best on this, and now he won't really have to worry about me dying. I guess that's the up to this. I stepped up, leaving bits of black fur and the dark red, near black, lumps of blood and gleaming black fur stuck on the stone behind me. I'll come back here another day, but not anytime soon, having this new memory that'll never leave is enough to handle for now.

Traveling with someone else and having someone to help you is way better than being stuck alone and in possible trouble. I'm not taking that for granted now, I want to spend as much time as I can with Enety. Even if I'm immortal or whatever. I bolted. That entire scene shouldn't have happened. It's just a horrifying memory I'll be stuck with. I need to get to Enety.