Sean bit in, his canines sinking into the strong, yet tender flesh, and immediately, blood rushed out of an artery he had punctured with his bite, and into his mouth.
Gulping the blood like his life depended on it, the viscous liquid left a burning sensation akin to drinking strong liquor, down his throat.
It wasn't sweet, nor was it bitter, but the slight metallic tang, plus burning sensation and influx of energy that came with it, painted a picture of what alcohol, might taste like, to the young man.
He lost himself in the sensation, sucking vigorously, like a child to its mother's breast, his fists unconsciously clenching around the corpse, until it was wrung dry, becoming a bag of skin, dry meat and bones.
Only when he was done, did he seem to snap out of his daze.
As the blood settled into his system, explosions seemed to go off inside his body, his stomach burgeoning from the influx of energy. However, as quickly as it bulged, it collapsed flat to its toned and athletic appearance again.
His skin took on a rosy hue, his body soaking the energy plus nutrients present in the blood, like water to sponge. His wounds began to heal at an accelerated pace, causing an itchy sensation that was somehow even worse than the burning sensation of the sun above the sky.
Oddly enough, his eyes still hadn't calmed, and his stomach still growled in hunger.
Without a moment's hesitation, he dived into another one.
From an outsider's perspective, this was enough to make them gag and recoil in horror. A young boy, who by now, should probably be in school, was in a pit of mangled corpses, surrounded by the fallen bodies of beasts, and even feeding directly on one.
Blood dripped from the side of his mouth, running down his chin, and down to his throat.
Not long after, the beast corpse suffered the same fate as its other sibling, and Sean dived into the next.
Just when he was halfway through this one and just beginning to feel full, a chill crawled up his spine, and his body involuntarily shuddered.
Under the burning light of the sun that seemed to affect him more than necessary, this was odd, as he felt he had been thrown into an ice bath. His blood chilled, and the blood he was drinking seemed to have lost its flavor in his mouth.
His head napped upwards, and his eyes glowed even more fiercely as if anticipating trouble.
Inwardly, Sean had been having a tough battle between himself and his body... Well, it wasn't exactly that, but it was very close to the truth.
He could still think, see, feel and move his body, but it was as though, there was something that was influencing his mind, to direct his body to behave so feral.
He couldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't enjoying the "feeding process"... maybe even a little more than he'd like to admit, but he didn't like the sensation of something else interfering with his head at all.
When he felt that chill though, it was as though his mind became impossibly clear, and somehow, he could feel... No, he knew deep within him, with all conviction, that he would die in the next few moments.
Just a second after, the reason for this feeling of intense chill, appeared like the cold embrace of death.
It was another furry dog, but this one was bigger... Much bigger. Its body also appeared lithe, even with its enormous size... black fur with a crown of grey, screaming its majesty.
The beast acknowledged him silently, eyes washing over him with intelligent detachment, to the almost wrung up corpse held coldly in his hands, then to the two other meat sacks, and finally to the last one that was still untouched.
Under its gaze, Sean's heart slowed to a crawl, and his mind seemed to have gone entirely numb, frozen by fear. No matter what he did, his body stood rooted to the spot, and his brain short circuited with every attempt to form a conscious thought.
It was like he could hear the voice the Grim Reaper, whispering in his ear, of the certainty of his death.
He didn't know how he knew this, wasn't sure of why he was reacting like this, but what he knew was that, there was no way, no miracle, nothing at all, that could make him survive that beast on his own.
The concept of fight or flight seemed to have jumped off the window as well, and even his eyes had returned to its black color, with a ring of ruby irises, surrounding his pupils.
The beast let out a loud mournful howl after taking in the sight, one that felt truly and very much like a wolf... Though Sean couldn't be sure if they had always been wolves, and it was just him labelling them as dogs.
Just when it seemed like the beast was finally going to make a move, the rushing sound of an approaching engine, stole their attention.
From his low vintage point, Sean wasn't able to see more than a cloud of approaching dust that was still more than dozens of meters away.
Suddenly a bright, white Lazer, shut out of the dust cloud with a speed impossible to follow, and struck the beast.
The beast recoiled fiercely in pain, the smell of charred flesh quickly wafting through the air.
The beast snarled in response, a quiet howl leaving its mouth, then it immediately vanished from its position.
Sean felt all the hair on his body stand on end with that single movement, and his entire life flashed before his eyes.
*BANG!*
The sound of a collision resounded in the air, like a large brick slamming against a car.
"Fucking beast!" Sean heard a person growl from the swirling dust, clashing booms and roars, of both man and beast blending into a cacophony.
He could hear his own heart beating in intense dread, and he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if the beast had come for him. It most probably hadn't seen him as a threat to disregard him like that.
Slowly, he began to forcefully gather himself. His entire body covered in sweat, and his limbs that continuously trembled against will, no matter how hard he tried to control himself.
It just wouldn't leave him. Even now that the beast was occupied with someone else, his body refused to not feel fear, and even he, could not lie that he was guarded, incase it kills the other party.
Infact, if he could, he would be running away right now. And no matter how distasteful and how much disgust the thought filled him with, it was still the truth.
Right now, aside the slightest trembling, his body felt like lead, and his eyes were very heavy.
The intense combat, plus war against his own mind, to meeting with that beast. Each action was both mentally and physically draining, and his eyes couldn't help but swirl, struggling to keep himself from falling.
However, even as he fought against the urge to sleep, at least until he could guarantee that he was safe, a single memory kept playing in his mind repeatedly.
His fists clenched tightly that his knuckles turned white, disgust twisting in his stomach like a knot.
Those eyes of utter disregard the beast had looked at him with, as though if not for killing its young, it wouldn't have bothered with him... Then there was his own pathetic reaction.
He hated it. He wanted to become strong, very strong.
At first, his goal was to grow strong enough, that he might be able to go back to his world, or at the very least, find who had sent him here and demand a "why?", know what happened to his brother and father.
And though he most likely already knew the truth of what had happened to them, it was not one he wanted to accept. Those goals wouldn't change no matter what.
But now, he had another reason to want to become strong. He also wanted to grow stronger for himself!
He never wanted to experience that suffocating feeling again. He did not want to ever be looked at with such gaze again... at t
he very least, not without being able to gauge out the eyeballs of whoever dared.
He...
"Sean?"