Arrax, the formidable and brooding wolf with a harrowing past, prowled through the dense forest, his senses heightened to the max. Today, he wasn't just on the hunt for any ordinary prey. No, today he sought vengeance. His piercing gaze fixated on a lone doe, peacefully grazing in a nearby clearing. Her delicate features and graceful movements stood in stark contrast to the seething anger that consumed him.

Silently, Arrax stealthily advanced through the undergrowth, his large paws barely making a sound. The doe's ears twitched, detecting the faint rustle of his approach, but alas, it was too late. In a swift and powerful motion, Arrax lunged forward, pouncing on top of her. Startled, the doe let out a cry, her beautiful brown eyes widening in fear as Arrax pinned her down with his massive form. The fight drained from her body, and she trembled beneath him.

For a moment, Arrax relished in the power he held over her, his heart racing with a volatile mix of fury and desire. His hot breath brushed against her delicate neck, causing her to quiver. "You are nothing," he growled, his voice dripping with menace. "You are nothing but prey. A creature to be dominated and used." The doe whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

Arrax's gaze shifted to her quivering form, his eyes tracing the contours of her body. He reached out with a clawed paw, gripping one of her hind legs roughly, spreading her wide. Her anguished cry filled the air as he forcefully penetrated her. She struggled against him, but his strength and determination were overpowering.

As he ravaged her, his anger began to subside, replaced by a twisted sense of satisfaction. The doe's cries of pain and fear only fueled his dark desires. Deep down, he knew this was not how it was meant to be, but the hate and pain inside him had warped his mind, leaving only this dark need for control and dominance.

With each forceful thrust, Arrax felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He tightened his grip on her leg, relishing in the sensation of her soft fur against his own. The more he thrust, the harder he grew, his desire intensifying.

Gradually, the doe's cries faded into soft whimpers and gasps of pain. Arrax leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to make you my dinner," he hissed, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm going to savor every bite."

Suddenly, a sharp sting pierced Arrax's shoulder. He glanced back to see the doe's teeth sunk deep into his flesh, her eyes burning with defiance.

Arrax chuckled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Feisty little thing," he snarled, pulling away from her and delivering a harsh slap to her muzzle. "You're nothing but prey. And I'll show you exactly what that means."

Flipping the doe onto her stomach, Arrax mounted her from behind. His satisfaction grew as his cock easily slid into her untouched ass, and he groaned with pleasure as he thrust deeper inside. The doe writhed in agony, desperately trying to free herself, but Arrax held her firmly. He continued his forceful thrusts, reveling in the tightness of her body.

Blood trickled from her violated opening as he mercilessly ravaged her. She screamed and begged for mercy, but Arrax showed no signs of relenting. On the contrary, he increased his pace, pounding into her with all his might.

She pleaded for him to end her life, to release her from this torment. But Arrax was not ready to relinquish his prize just yet. He continued his relentless assault, deriving pleasure from her suffering.

After several minutes of brutal treatment, Arrax finally reached his climax, filling her ass with his seed. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled away, observing as his essence leaked from her violated hole. Then, in one swift motion, he sank his teeth into her neck, ending her life.

As Arrax looked down at the lifeless doe, a faint smile formed on his lips, only to be quickly replaced by a wave of sadness. Once again, he found himself alone, consumed by guilt for hurting an innocent being. He had made countless promises to himself, vowing never to let it happen again, yet here he was, taking another life for no reason other than his own perverse enjoyment.

At least he now had food to sustain him for a few days.

Gathering some wood to make a fire, Arrax prepared to cook the doe. As he sliced into the meat, he couldn't help but recognize the irony. Here he was, about to consume the very creature he had so violently taken from this world. It seemed fitting in some twisted way.

Arrax ate his meal in somber silence, contemplating the events that had transpired. He knew deep down that this was wrong, even though it felt strangely right. He craved revenge against those who had harmed him, but he also understood that this path would only bring him more pain. The cycle of violence and hatred continued, with no apparent escape.

Too weak to end his own life, yet too cowardly to seek a different path, Arrax let out a heavy sigh. He tossed aside the bones from his meal and settled down by the fire, fixating on the dancing flames. Perhaps tomorrow, he would find a way to break free from the cycle of suffering and forge a new, brighter path. That night, he cried himself to sleep, yearning for a better life.