Orpheus On the Hunt

Once out of the establishment, the fox wandered into the nearby forest, silent on his feet and quick in his stride. There was a primal urge swelling within him, something which, as a predatory creature, he could not deny. His body was heated today like no other, to the point of - when he released a breath - the air in front of him became steam. Venecian bodies, being so much closer to the sun regularly, could rise to an internal temperature of over 200 degrees, though they knew how to mitigate the stress of the heat so they didn't burn others with just a touch. As his bare feet slowly pressed into the damp dirt, his senses intensified immensely, muscles tense and breath shallow. His body began to contort and twist, dropping to all fours as an incredible amount of thick fur began sprouting all over his body. Muzzle extended outward into a vulpine shape, each inch of his form shifting and transforming into a much more animalistic state. His true body. A massive arctic fox. -c-
The size of a breeding bull, with two humongous twin tails that would tip in scarlet, his entire body accented by that same color here and there. Even in this form, his movement was silent, and now his breathing was even more so. He caught a scent - iron, iron and shit, the awful smell of a hunt completed by a large, unhygienic predator. The massive fox dashed off into the forest, at a blazing speed, weaving through trees and foliage until he came upon the scene. A full-grown grizzly bear, with an elk that had become its food for the night. It heard the fox approaching, and stood on its hind legs with a roar, turning to face the oncoming threat, only to be met with the leaping ton of flesh crashing into it with fangs tearing directly into its neck. The now entangled pair of fighting beasts fell over onto the dead elk, causing it to spasm wildly in death throes as the ursine was obviously losing the battle with the vulpine. Orpheus's maw wrapped around the large vein in the -c-
creature's neck, ripping out the flesh and splattering thick blood all about the area. Once it was confirmed he'd killed the forsaken animal, he hovered over its body, panting before releasing a screech-like howl of victory. Easily, he lifted the bear from the ground and dashed off in the direction of his home, only to drop the dead animal behind the log-built cabin, and moving back to the scene of the crime, where he would do the same for the elk. Once finally home, the beast went to work, digging its maw into the elk and mercilessly devouring it, until soon only a husk remained. With a huff, his form contorted in the opposite way of his initial transformation, eventually leaving him to sit nude upon the ground, in a huff. He'd lost control, and he was ashamed of that, but at least it was out of his system. Standing, he made his way inside, and would return with a cheerful glow, still covered from head to toe in the thick blood of the prey, carrying with him a carving knife. -c-
Approaching the ursine cadaver, he began with the mouth, slowly peeling off the skin until it was left a pile of muscle and bone. Then, he would take the skin and begin cleaning it, humming delightfully as he found a place to allow it to dry. This would make a fine rug, he was certain. He then looked to the pile of leftover meat and sighed. Perhaps he should try trapping? Ooh, bear jerky sound delicious. Yes, pounds and pounds upon pounds of bear jerky! Giggling, almost, he waltzed into a shed and dragged out a large bucket, cutting off slab after slab of meat and placing it into the bucket, where the remaining blood would pool. Once finished, he was left with a skeleton and an elk corpse he needed to dispose of, and did so be using his earthen affinity to simply open two holes in the ground, which absorbed them and closed instantly following this. Now he needed to salt the meat, allow it to cook over a stoked fire for a few days, then cut each piece of the coming jerky. -c-
calm look on his countenance. He seemed serene, almost. -e-