[tw: blood, cannibalism? ghoul eat human so idk.., murder, meat, written gore, mountain is just a damn freak bro idk.]
It never bothered him that his pack didn’t like to regular partake in his— “hobby.”
Dont get mountain wrong—sometimes the ghouls would pop in (heavy emphasis on dew), but not often. It was a treat he liked to enjoy alone the most, though.
The way they would gurgle and squirm, fight and bite. None yet knew they were doomed from the start, fighting against the very element of the woods surrounding them itself.
They would beg and scream and cry, call him horrendous things. But he would never hurt the innocent. The babes or mothers. The pure hearted.
The vile things he would hunt for sport weren’t good, they were the previous preyers being preyed upon—it made things so much sweeter for him. But not always did he cater to his mortal “morals.”
Mountain would really make them struggle. Sometimes he would hand them a little extra leeway to give them some hope; he’d tease them by leaving a key out or door unlocked. But truly, when they escaped: that’s when the fun REALLY began.
He liked using a butcher knife to harvest the meat. He had his own meat cooler he built near his cabin where he kept venison and other meats in their “off” season. Classical music was his favorite to play while he skinned them, though.
The ghouls thought it was pretty attractive too, they never tattled. When papa asked why the siblings spoke of mountain’s
And if they so happened to stop by and notice a distinctly human-fleshed torso on his hook, they couldn’t help but be distracted by the way he blinked his eyes dreamily and offered them a bowl of hid tantalizing freshly procured stew.
Frater couldn’t help but cater to his whims either, as he kept the ministry particularly safe aside from the few stragglers. But even though he loved his ghoul, it didn’t help that he had to explain to his colleagues and mother why they all came into the office to a human finger with a rat-gemed ring on it on the pope’s desk.
But even after all of this, even after it being one of the most well kept secrets among the pack, none could deny how sultry a good hunt made the earth ghoul.
He took such good care of his pack, after-all. None would go hungry under his watch.
