^{Welcome To The Lower Birth
The Greatest Show Unearthed
We Appear Without A Sound
The Darkest Show Around}


[justify]“You imbecilic moron…you STUPID – LITTLE – FUCK…!!!” A demented grin spread broadly on the bitch’s face as she edged closer and closer to the mutt. “Attempt to fuck me, eh? Do you know who the fuck this is…DO YOU?! Look who’s gonna be screwed all over NOW, dipshit!” Wraith roared hysterically, flinging saliva all over the place as her jaws locked open wide, vocal cords vibrating with tension in fury and hatred-passion. “It’s your kind who makes our society so fucked up; not mine! You are the sick fuckers!” The mutt was facing away from her, obviously frozen in horror of what he had gotten himself into; at first he thought he would be the one taking advantage of another canine; that very line of thinking, however, was now chained to his imminent and oncoming death, it was literally ringing around him, ticking like a time bomb.

The female had begun scraping the ground with her claws, leaving behind white rubbing marks on the asphalt. Her flews were pulled over her ivories in explicit manner, revealing an intimidating set of fangs, all ridged and pointed, it was as if gaping into a shark’s mouth. Without a warning, she was upon the male, her daggers digging deep into his back, piercing through arteries, veins and other fleshy substances until her teeth hit bone; obviously his spine, which she could physically not bite through; a matter she would attend to soon. Blood spurted out in a rapid trickle, the hot liquid staining the brute’s dull coat a vibrant red. She used the advantage of her being taller than the male and began to swing him about like a rag doll, no, like a T-Rex killing its prey. Eventually she released him and swung him into the giant oak doors that belonged to the asylum. They replied with a squeaking shutter and flung open, making the male land on the hard tiles within the building, leaving a streak of blood from where she had bitten him.

As his head had hit the ground, a minor concussion was inevitable and Wraith used that chance, in his moments of dizziness and lack of coordination, to land yet another attack of feral matter on him, this time her target being his face. Her razors grabbed the brute around the muzzle and she bit down with such pressure applied that his teeth cracked within his mouth as they ground on one another, splintering, their own amount of sharpness being a disadvantage as his chopped his own tongue to bits. The brute had begun to choke on his own blood as the life juice began to fill his muzzle, but Wraith was enjoying the taste of iron too much to release just yet. When she finally let go, leaving the male somewhat helpless, with the mouth of an old man, a waterfall of red ran from his jaws, spilling to the ground in an immense amount, chunks of teeth scattered through the bloody mess, mixed with bits of muscle from his tongue.

After he had finally snapped into reality and realized what was going on, the screaming began immediately. Wraith winced at the shrieks and smacked a paw across his skull, knocking him out of his senses momentarily. “SHUT UP!” Partially ignoring the noise, she turned away slightly, still keeping her eyes locked on him in case of the rare event he would dart for her. “They’re always so fucking noisy…” she swore under her breath, talking to herself. “Yes, yes, yes they are.” When she thought he had breathed out most of his air required for yelling, she slowly approached him again, yet he managed to stagger to his feet before she could reach him. It looked sort of pathetic, a dog attempting to growl and intimidate with the lack of biters needed for the snarl. The image was too hilarious for Wraith to ignore, so she broke into a fit of laughter. “Oh SHIT, and just when I thought you couldn’t become more pathetic…well, lights out, I guess.” Before the male could interpret what she meant, he felt a nail pierce one of his eyeballs, her laughter still ringing through the hall.

Wraith dug her right-pawed claws into his face, the Vitamin-D solids puncturing the jelly globes, but what spouted from the eyeball was, well, not spouting at all really; it was more like a rancid addict was puking all over a glossy surface, the vomit being some form of gelatin slime that came out more in chunks. The revised the same procedure split-seconds after on the other eyes, rendering the screaming male blind; though he was violently thrashing about, and actually scraping Wraith up quite a bit, she ignored the blows she was receiving; her entertainment was painkiller enough for her to even notice anything. She head butted him into his ribcage, which, though intended to crash him to the ground, merely made him stagger a few feet back and in circles, clawing around him in an attempt to hit something fleshy. The bitch went in for a second strike, hitting him in the bowels this time, which were promptly emptied as soon as he hit the ground, eventually. “Appetizing, I must say…” She mused humorously, grinning deviously at the male at her vomit-drenched paws, the puddle in which she was standing in a repulsive khaki-brown color. Wraith dove and took a lick out of it. “Wonder what you ate last…oh, welcome to the club, Mr. Cannibal!” She laughed as she stepped away from the bodily fluid in which the male was now writhing in, failing to be able to rise again.

A heinous smirk drenched her face with such insanity, it was impossible to tell if she was an innocent puppy or a berserk, wacky, demented mass murderer. She placed her paw on the elbow on one of his legs and grabbed the end of the limb in her jaws, then pulled upright, whilst pressing down her pads. There was a crack and the limb split in half, the only thing connecting the severed arm now being tissue, although even that was shredded partially from the impact. An ivory-colored bone protruded from the bloody hole now located in the brute’s leg. Blood began to mix with the brown-colored puke, both puddles completely surrounding the male within seconds. It seemed he faced the facts and had given up with the yelling, although even now he could not bite through the agony, a faint whimpering erupting from his throat. Wraith circled him, observing him like a test subject she was, literally, performing cruel experiments on. “You ought to be fucked in every fucking orifice your body can offer, even if it’s the one I just made and will be making as we go along…in fact, I might just do that…” The femme moved towards his head and placed her rump over his face. “How would you like to be covered in somebody else’s bodily fluids for once, instead of injecting every bitch you find with your fuck-juice?” The bitch proceeded to take a humiliating piss on the male, giving him some of his own medicine, laughing as she did so. “What, you don’t think this is funny?! THIS IS SOME FUCKING HILARIOUS SHIT!”

Once she had lifted from his head, her muzzle snaked towards his stomach and propelled its knives right into the male’s guts that weren’t covered by ribs, though she had to work her way deeper into his body before she could get the candy she was trick-or-treating for. The ivories grasped tissue and skin at first, shredding the solid substance to pieces, leaving patches of it covering the bloody mess around her like snowflakes. The femme was splattered with a spray of crimson as her incisors slashed through a larger artery, signaling her that she was soon to be slurping down innards. Eventually, she could sense the thinner membrane separating the wide and open from a bucket of entrails about to seep out from the abdominal cavity. But instead of piercing through the wall, she sidestepped a few paw strides and lay down in front of the brute, so that her face was nearly touching his toothless muzzle, tail wagging excitedly. “Before we get to the good part, is there anything you would like to say…you know, complain. Oh, wait…you can’t anymore, can you, you fucking cunt. Now that’s a shame…” She grinned sadistically and licked over the blood stains around his nose, then bit down and removed what was left from his skin to reveal a red mess of muscle and lower tissue. As if chewing gum, her jaws delightedly masticated on the treat she had just torn herself, then spat out what was left of it and dove for the finale.

The moment was like popping a balloon, it happened ever so quick. Once she had torn a hole into the peritoneal, guts protruded from it and dripped to the ground beneath it, but there they remained. Since Wraith wanted his insides on the outside, she would have to interfere with the beauty of the work and began to tear out his organs, one by one, already having drained out the whimpering and screaming, her limited attention fully directed at the disassembling. While chewing on what appeared as a piece of gastro-intestine, she quipped cheerfully. “You know…I don’t see the world like you see it. You look at another dog, you see the dog as he or she is, or, I guess in your case, you see something fuckable. Me…I don’t work that way. I look at a mongrel and I see…bones, skull, blood vessels, their intestines, their limbs, muscle, tissue, every body part imaginable, and what I see is what I want to take apart, to prove if every dog really is made up the same. Or no, wait. That’s just my excuse for these things…actually, it’s cause YOU, dogs like the fucking low piece of shit you are, really piss me off. Or perhaps it’s both…I haven’t decided yet, you pick, Mr. Prick.”

Once she had finished and slurped up all the goo and gut she could fill her stomach with for now, she returned her attention to see if the brute was actually still breathing; much to her amazement, he was. A bittersweet smile spread across her leathery, bloodstained lips. “Well done, you decrepit dick. You’ve made it into the next round…don’t know if you’re up for this challenge…” Suddenly Wraith scented a strange scent, even past the immense stench that had risen from all sorts of bodily fluids, the brute on the ground having now emptied his bladder and stomach before she could rip them from him. Though she hated cutting things short, she really did not want to end up fighting over the kill. “Fuck…” She murmured to herself, and then glared down at the half-dead canine. “Looks like you got lucky…” Her jaws clasped around his throat and immediately chomped down on the flesh between them, squeezing red liquid from it. When she finally released the male from her deadly bite, the throat was naught but a fucked up mess of tendons, flesh and bones, much like his mouth, though looking somewhat more gruesome, as he was now partially beheaded; she had enjoyed herself a little too much and used what was in her mouth as a chew toy. “Okay, whoever fucked up the party, come out, come out wherever you are!”





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^{We Will Leave You In A Daze
Madness, Murder, Dismay
We Will Disappear At Night
With Blood On The Concrete}