MONSTER / o, tw cannibalism

[PINCHER]

Pincher had never had any sort of physical temptation to starve himself or force himself into a strict eating habit. His father had been the one to place that sort of seafood-based diet only and placed him to constantly train everyday to the point that his figure was trimmed even if Pincher decided not to continue. But to hunger to avoid temptations? It had never occurred to him that Roxanne was doing that to herself and had he found out befote the accident, he would have attempted to aid in whatever she needed. But it appeared it was too late. He was always too late. Why was he never on time? To help? To be the shoulder of support? It was something that irked Pincher immensly especially when he was unable to truly be there for his family. They were the most important thing in his life besides the ambitious desire of becoming "perfect". They were there for him and he wished he could be there for them too.

He had been busying himself working on plans as usual, piles of crinkled stacked faded papers on his desk becoming bigger as time passed. Approve this. Check that. Ensure this. Plan that. He let out a small groan as he pushed away some papers he was currently concentrating on, his head lowering to thump softly against the desk. He remained still for a while before deciding to drag himself out of the desk chair and get some fresh air from the sea breeze. He stalked out with his attention leaning towards the tavern, his long forked tail crawling out of his mouth to lick his jaws in anticipation. That was until he caught the scent and taste. Blood. His eyes widened with unease as he caught the mingled scent of Caesar and Roxanne being caught in the howling beach wind, the canine now beginning to feel knots of nervousness forming in his stomach. Were they okay? Did something happen? His pace began to quicken with his ears pounding with the blood that flowed through his veins yet no thumping of the heart could be heard. It only reminded him of what he was now forced to do, the horrible sins that he had to once again place down on his soul like they were dominoes. He just hoped no one had to suffer this, to endure the agony of having to live but with a price.

Pincher managed to reach just in time to hear Caesar question someone within...a log? He had rounded the corner, his powerful hind legs kicking up sand as the captain glanced around to expect Roxanne injured or Caesar if they had gotten into another fight. Yet, instead, he nearly crashed into the laying corpse that was practically torn apart, his paws pushing down to allow there to be some halt. He stopped just in time, grimacing with faint disgust at the strength of the smell as he inhaled. He wrinkled his pepper black nose before turning to the savannah, questioning "What the hell happe-" His deep voice was cut off when he spotted the small silhouette of his sister, hardly visible in the darkness of the log. The lean doberman glanced down at the crimson pawprints that lead to the log and his mind clicked it all together, causing his stomach to churn with unease. Had she...? He headed slowly to join Caesar, taking the other side as he chimed in softly "Roxxie? It's me Pinch. What's wrong...did something happen?" He wondered what had lead this sudden accident but he forced himself to be patient for he didn't want to overwhelm her.

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