[ IP ] Wrong Turn

They had been sealed in this place for so long, somewhere where there was the forest and the bitter cold. A single attempt to get out of the boundaries resulted in one of them losing their head temporarily, troublesome enough for them to not try again for a while. 
 
 The Leader ’ s leonine ears twitched as he ( she? They? It? He did not know anymore, his mind was too muddled by the other ’ s enchantments long ago ) picked up the aggravating noises of yet another car crash. The cracking of twigs and fallen branches, nearly unheard through the howling winter winds, indicated that some of the others had heard too. Perhaps this time he could eat, with him taking in the unfortunate soul ’ s lifeforce and his mate taking up the soul, the others feasting on whatever they liked. 
 
 Shifting his weight, the Leader began to make his way to the source of the noise, cursing the other ’ s spell that caused him to be so... bulky. Tall. He was much more used to a human form, but then again, the other was trying to win this war -- she ’ d do just about whatever it takes to cause him discomfort if she couldn ’ t kill him. He knew that the others felt the same amount of discomfort, although the ones with more draconic forms before were more used to this size than him, even if he was their Leader. 
 
 Soon, he could smell metal and human, two distinctive persons but one of them smells similar to the other -- maybe a significant other? Or a family member? 
 
 Trudging forward, he reached the end of the forest, taking note of the boundary only meters away. He had no desire to be beheaded today, and most likely would not until he was turned back ( to a human, a not-human, humans can ’ t be truly immortal ). 
 
 The winds finally slowed slightly, and he was able to see a bright red amongst the snow, just beyond the fallen metal structure nearby. The curious face of a child peeked up at him, and he looked past the child to see a man who had already noticed their presence, face contorted in horror when he saw the others behind him. The side of his head was bloody ( head wounds bleed more, looked worse than they should but there ’ s a lot lot lot… ) and 
 
 The Leader let out a long breath, the glow of his eyes diminished slightly as his eyelids lowered to cover the bright irises. Now closer to the source of the scents, he knew that the child was the offspring of the man, whose blood tainted the air. No mother. The child only smelt of their own and the father ’ s odor. 
 
'If you happen to come across a single parent and a child in red, then you can --' 
 
 Can what? What happened to his memory? Can he eat them? Take them apart with bones cracking and blood seeping onto the ground while he felt the pleasure of devouring their deaths in his system? 
 
' --... free.' 
 
 Free? Free from this wretched place that even his mate couldn ’ t enjoy due to the forest? Good. It would be good. 
 
 As if they were sensing his thoughts ( not too far off the mark, they knew each other ’ s body language like they knew the back of their hands and medical history and weapons ), they moved forward to his sides, flanking him as he stepped forward -- forward to freedom, just need to consume -- 
 
 “ Stop! Don ’ t come any closer! ” 
 
 What was he trying to do? Pleading doesn ’ t do anything, who does he think he is talking to a higher being like that as though he could command them -- 
 
 “ Please! ” 
 
 Hah. Please doesn ’ t do anything. Realized his mistake, perhaps that ’ s why -- 
 
 “ At least let my child go! ” 
 
 His own abandoned him a long time ago shut up he will be destroyed -- he can watch the devouring of his own child it ’ s punishment punishment punishment -- 
 
 The Leader snarled, a sound laced with wrath and greed as he acted on his long-held back lust for a death that he can actually feel, take, appease his gluttony for death because that pathetic thing doesn ’ t even deserve pride, what is he saying he was a human keep some humanity but he, he had to -- 
 
 EAT. 

