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Etho stands outside his base, minding his own business.
It’s the start of a new season and he wants to work on his starter base so that’s what he’s doing.
The human hears footsteps behind him so he turns around to see who it is.
His eyes widen as something comes at his head, a blue of color the last thing he sees.
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Joel’s so hungry he can barely think.
The wolf hybrid has been suppressing his urge to hunt since they joined the server for the new season, wanting to settle down a little more before he goes out, hunting down some sheep or something and he’s fine, totally fine, he’s just hungry.
He walks around, trying to clear the hungry haze from his head with some fresh air, wolf tail flicking behind him.
He’s fine, everything’s normal, he’s not hungry, he’s just stressed…no he’s not stressed, he’s just tired.
Joel feels himself start to drool, his mouth opens a little, hunger clawing at his stomach, eyes falling onto a certain white haired man he knows.
‘Feed’ his mind says.
He bites his lip, nose twitching, still drooling at the sight of Etho, wanting to dig his claws into the human’s abdomen, to hear him scream, to slice up his skin, feasting on his muscles, to sate the animalistic need in his belly and mind.
His axe is in his hands without him thinking about it, his instincts taking over his body, his movements.
Joel stalks closer like a predator, inching closer towards his prey.
The wolf hybrid is silent in his creep, not wanting to spook his prey, he’s so hungry, he needs to feast.
His fingers curl around the handle of his axe, drawing it back, aiming, and swinging.
Etho turns his ever so slightly, just enough to look behind himself.
Joel’s axe’s blunt side slams into the back of the human’s head with a defining crack, and his body crumples to the ground, face first.
Joel stands there, body now shaking as he stares at Etho, back to him, blood slowly oozing from the back of his head where his skull is fractured.
It’s appetizing and nauseating at the same time.
His axe disappears into his inventory as he falls down to his knees, tail curling around his legs.
He forcibly rolls Etho’s limp body over, exposing his front, eyes closed, mask covering his mouth which is slightly open, taking in shallow breaths, Joel’s wolf ears flick at the sound.
The human’s unconscious, not dead, but close…he will be when Joel’s down.
Hunger grips Joel’s body again and he growls, low and animalistic.
He does not want to do it, he does not want to hurt Etho, does not want to eat Etho, but his body hungers for his flesh, to devour him, dead or alive.
Joel sets his shaking hands on Etho’s abdomen, trying to stop himself, but the wolf in him takes over.
‘Everything’s fine.’
‘Everything’s normal.’
‘Everything’s okay.’
He shreds Etho’s green puffer jacket and the black long leaved shirt underneath, tearing it apart quickly with his razor sharp nails.
Soon the metallic scent of blood fills the air as his claws dig into soft, pale skin, making his hunger only grow.
He’s salivating at the smell, the need to consume strong, his stomach feeling empty.
Etho lays there, motionless as Joel tears him open, slicing through his flesh with an animalistic need.
Eventually, Joel gets deep enough that he can rip away chunks of blood flesh, bringing it to his mouth, where he tears into it, swallowing it, barely chewing.
He feels a shameful sickness come over him.
He feels shameful for what he’s doing, shameful for hurting his friend, shameful for eating him alive, shameful for giving in to his hybrid half, shameful for this sin he’s committing.
He feels like he’s going to puke.
Joel stands up, stumbling away a few feet before vomiting across the grass, stomach acid and chunks of barely chewed flesh mixing in a bloody pool of yuck.
The wolf hybrid gasps for air, a fowl taste in his mouth before he vomits again.
He stands up, looking down at the mess he’s made before glancing back at Etho’s decimated middle, turning his stomach even more…but he’s still hungry.
He legs carries him over, stumbling as he goes before he collapse on Etho, claws shredding away at his pants trying to dig into the muscles of his legs, hunger taking over, clouding him mind, leaving his thoughts to only feasting, the distant ping of a communicator, telling off the human's passing, lost in the lust to feast.
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Etho wakes up slowly, his body aching after a respawn.
He just figures some mob must have snuck up behind him and killed him.
That is, until he looks at his comn to see which mob.
<Ethoslab was slain by Smallishbeans>
Etho raises an eyebrow, ‘why would Joel just randomly kill me?’ he thinks.
He pulls himself out of bed, moving to go back to where he was when he died.
He walks over and stops when he sees Joel.
The wolf hybrid is laying on his side, tail curled up around him, body shaking with sobs, hat thrown off to the side, blood covering his colourful outfit.
Etho rushes over, concerned for his friend (because he’s both crying, and covered in blood).
The human crashes down on his knees, placing a hand on Joel’s shoulder, asking Joel in a calm voice, “Hey Joel, what's wrong, why are you crying, where did this blood come from?”
Joel looks up as him, fear flicking in his brown eyes, not fear of Etho, fear of something else.
Joel uncurls from himself, scrambling back, grabbing his hat and putting it on in the process, muttering, “I’m fine. Everything's okay. Everything’s normal. Everything’s FINE!”
“Joel-” Etho says, noticing the blood covering the wolf hybrid’s front, and around his mouth, but not seeming to come from anywhere.
“Everything’s fine.” Joel repeats, tears sliding down his face, leaving tracks in the drying blood on his face.
“Joel…” Etho says, not really knowing what to say to help the other hermit.
“I hurt you.” Joel says, hand shaking, “I was so hungry, and I lost control, and attacked you.”
Etho just kneels there, not knowing what to say.
“I’m sorry Etho.” Joel sobs, closing his eyes as huge tears fall down his face, “I ate you because my hybrid side was hungry, and I could not control myself, I’m sorry.”
Etho’s chest aches at the sight of his friend crying.
“Oh Joel.” Etho says, moving forward, pulling Joel in for a hug, letting the wolf hybrid sob into his chest, “I forgive you.”
Joel’s hands ball up fists of Etho’s puffer vest, sobbing into it, “T-t-thank you.”