"Shit shit shit…" Pyre grunted as he ran, especially as his clothing got caught on branches and other sharp objects, some of these branches and objects causing rough scratches along his clothes and skin, though the adrenaline muted the pain that would have arisen from these otherwise painful scratches- if any pain at all naturally. For all he knew, he probably had splinters as well, but he didn't care, Pyre just ran and ran. "Dammit, I need to exercise more." He muttered to himself as his breath quickly grew deep and shallow. He made it maybe a good yard away, maybe less, maybe more. He didn't know because fear and adrenaline were what had fueled each and every step he took. He had barely turned to the sound of running pawsteps before getting jumped by another one of those beasts. He almost had to cover his nose because the beast had smelled terrible this close. However, its bad smell was the least of his worries. Its fur was matted, leaves and sticks caught up in its thick brown fur. Pyre wondered if this wolf was part of the other group, though he didn't have time to figure that out as the beast tore into him. It just barely missed his neck with its jaw full of sharp fangs, biting into his shoulder instead as he moved his head and neck out of the way, its claw digging deep into his side while making him hiss in pain and getting clawed in a couple other spots that had been immediately numbed by adrenaline, once in his hip and another going across his chest, almost as if it was trying to find purchase to hold him down. He almost did his little growly thing even that he had been doing as of late. Pyre barely managed to grab his wooden spear and stab it into the beast's stomach as its maw full of yellow teeth was inches from his neck. Surprisingly, his spear had seemed to do more than he had expected for something so full of muscle, though the spear was rendered useless due to the beast's thick hide, fat and muscle. The spear had been effortlessly snapped in half as the beast jumped back. He subconsciously held his shoulder, feeling something warm and wet dripping down his skin everywhere the beast had injured him. Pyre. Saw. RED. He doubted he could do much, but he jumped at it. He craved, CRAVED blood. Pyre wanted this thing dead, he wanted to kill. No, he NEEDED to kill. He was enraged and the beast in front of him had become his target, all fear had left him, replaced by a burning fury unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Pyre's entire body was burning hot, his blood boiled. He would almost bet that his entire skin looked red everywhere. The beast seemed to hesitate for a moment, probably shocked by the sheer amount of bloodlust that was probably shining in his eyes. Using this moment, Pyre lunged at it like a rabid animal. He managed to get onto its back, gripping the back of its throat with his teeth out of pure rage, and an animalistic, damn near primal instinct, forget trying to use something as a weapon. Pyre himself was a weapon right now and ripping its flesh apart, doing this rapidly like a wild animal not caring for the texture or the feel of it and taste of the blood as he normally would. The beast tried shaking him off, tried rolling onto its back, slamming into a tree, but he held firm. The poor beast had become nothing more than a helpless victim of his carnal bloodlust. Pyre himself was like an enraged beast right now. He may have just been human, but the poor thing didn't stand a chance against his absolute unmatched fury, especially since he was on its back. He hadn't known for how long he was tearing into the thing as he tore into whatever of its neck he could get his teeth on even well after it had gone limp. As he came to, Pyre shook his head as if shaking himself out of a daze, getting off the beast, eyes wide as he stared at his hands, his bloodied hands, feeling its blood dripping down his chin. It was everything he could do not to vomit. He stepped away from it and sent a prayer up to the only god, or rather, goddess, he follow. "Dear goddess of the moon, I deeply apologize for the act I have committed today and ask you to take this beast's soul and let it be reborn and live a happy life in its next one." It was then where Pyre finally collapsed, his body going limp, feeling lightheaded and dizzy, his eyes felt… both light and heavy. He couldn't get up. Hell, he could hardly move. He felt so weak, it was an ordeal just to move his head, as his adrenaline died down he could feel the pain of his wounds, he'd be rolling in pain if he could've. "Why… Goddess… I wish I were stronger, faster… better… I hate being a plain old weak human… if I am to die today please do as I have asked before and take his soul and make him one of the wolf people… I do not belong with humans, I belong with them, the wolf people where I may run free, be free from the shackles of sickness, of the weakness of his mind, of the loneliness, I wish to be fast, and strong, have the will to do the things that will keep him that way… I am sick of this pathetic life… yet, if I live, then that is your wish, and I'll continue along this path." Pyre prayed, he couldn't tell if there were tears with that prayer, though he'd bet there was, his emotions always got stirred up when he prayed to the goddess. He closed his eyes as he heard a twig snap beside him, assuming it was another one having come to finish him off. "Goodbye putrid life of mine," Pyre had uttered before darkness took him.
