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© Tsumi Moogle '11 Rolf © Himself

Disclaimer; All NPCs in this story are purely works of fiction. Any likenesses to people of similar name or description are purely coincidental.

"Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. Oh Jesus holy FUCK. He's Right be-god-damned-hind me!" Raced the feline's mind as his sprinting footsteps echoed along the empty wing of the mall left far behind. "Those people. That fox and Lynx. Just like that. He fucking ATE Them. And he saw me! He's coming! Oh fuckfuckFUCK!" The odd straggler of a shopper bored, or curious enough to walk those distant, empty halls, He barged them all out of his way as he ran, wild-eyed and whimpering. "Run, run you idiot, or you'll be next! He'll eat you too!" Escaped his frenzied voice as he ran, his pink, spotted tail lashing behind him as he rounded a corner, making for the food court. A Crowd. An Exit. Somewhere to Hide. Anything.

Behind the feline, with all the time in the world, and a wicked smirk on his face, Rolf strolled, his hands loose in the tattered pockets of those pants of his. Heavy foot-steps rumbling the tiled floor as he breathed in the scent of the feline's terror. Clear as beacon lights pointing him after him. He rounded a corner, and blinked to the feel of something bouncing off his hanging, gurgling gut. Without looking, he smirked, as the squeak of shock that followed impact, was quickly replaced with a terrified gasp and scrambling whimper. The Husky raced to get to his feet, eyes wide as he looked back over his shoulder, Bag holding a new video game system forgotten.

Rolf's jaws opened. Like a missile, his tongue lashed out, whipping about the Husky, now screaming, and hauled him bodily back into his yawning jaws. Callous, simple, he swallowed, and the canine was no more. Those struggling anxious bulges stilled in moments. The screams, replaced with avid burbling in seconds. With a step that crushed the box dropped by his meal, The monstrous gator continued after the pink Dessert making a terrified plea for freedom. One hand kneading that red bulge of a stomach, he belched, chuckling ominously.

Shop-front by shop-front, the cheetah sprinted, his breaths ragged, his side a blazing pain as he held a stitch like a blade rammed into his lungs. There.. The food-court. Safety. Freedom. Why were there so few exits from this god-damned mall? Gasping and holding his side, he drew in anxious breaths. Permitting himself to look about, there was no sign of the Gator, yet. But there was no part of him that doubted Rolf, That was his name. Yes, Rolf, Would be atop him within moments.. His heart racing in his throat, thrumming his body with his anxious heartbeat deafened his anxious attempts to listen for the tell-tale sign of heavy footsteps.. He continued, trembling as stark realization at the thought that he was effectively a marked feline. The reports of the reptile spoke damningly of those he set his eyes on.

His legs, like jelly from running so hard, so fast, quivered as he hobbled along the escalator down to the food-court, eyes racing some to the crowds of people talking, laughing, snitching food from one another, or comparing their purchases. All unaware of the wicked beast that would assuredly be among their numbers. He couldn't let that happen. Sucking in deeper breaths, he cried out. "Everyone! Rolf is here! He's coming!" He winced, as his fear quavered his tone. Of the crowd, so few heads turned to look at him. Some, perhaps, who knew of the terror that name was linked to, perked their ears and stood, making for the door. Others, Not listening, smirking with disbelief, or simply hadn't heard of this 'Rolf'. The cheetah stepped off the escalator. "Please! You need to go! Leave now!" He continued, before a broad hand grasped his shoulder, making him start and turn about.

The tall Doberman of a security guard frowned. "What're you shouting about? Trying to incite panic?" He growled warningly to the feline's misdeed. "N-No sir..! I'm trying to save people! I-It's Rolf!" The Cheetah pleaded, before a few screams from behind him made him turn. There was a heavy thud, as a large mass landed on the ground before the doors. Standing to his terrible height, Rolf's burning yellow eyes stared to the feline. Silent and swift as a shadow, he'd followed to the ledge above.. and dropped down, blocking those doors. People backing away, scrambling as he walked, others rising from their chairs, with panicked cries breaking into the air.

The massive grin spread across his face was unmistakable. The eyes burned with hunger, and lumbering forward, The massive Gator knocked people away from before him, and with uncaring steps, stomped over those unlucky enough to fall beneath him, screams and cries gurgling and crunching under his massive weight. As space became apparent behind him, those brave, or stupid enough to dare, dashed for the doors, apparently thanking their lucky stars as the Gator didn't turn. His tongue lashed though, to the scent of bodies around him, and like a whip, wrapped about the neck of one such unlucky fleeing furson, dragging the snow leopard, choking and scrambling, about before him.

"Here.. dessert kitty." Rolf Rumbled, his eyes stuck on the trembling pink frame stepping back as his jaws gaped, and 'welcomed' the screaming Snow-leopard into his jaws. With wicked, deliberately slow motions. The Cheetah before him stared, hyperventilating at the horror of the croc's jowels bulging with the struggling, screaming form vanishing behind them, until the feline's twitching, kicking boots vanished behind those terrible jaws with a 'Snap!'

Rolf smirked as he followed the bulge with a finger tip. His boring eyes locking the Cheetah's tear-filled ones said one thing. "This is you. You are my food. There is no escape. You are mine." That finger tip rested to the middle of his pink navel, swollen with the thrashing, glorping, shrinking bulges. With almost perfect, terrifying timing, the snow-leopard's face pressed out against that rubbery gut with a low 'creak', before Rolf pushed it back in and grinned, before pausing with a blink of mild curiousity..

His head turned slowly towards his side, looking to small metallic pins lodged on his side and dissipating what he guessed to be an electric current.. That grin, if possible, grew wider as his yellow eyes bored onto the trembling form of the Hyena, holding his fired taser. Why the hell wasn't the Gator going down?!

Rolf's simple response had the Hyenid stagger back. He brushed the nodes aside, before his tongue, once more, shot out for the Male, dropping his gun, and reaching for something else on his belt. He yelped with horror as the wrenching vertigo of that tongue sent him reeling into that crushing darkness. The terrible slimey, heated innards of the Gator unfathomable in their cruelty, depositing him in the barest remnants of the feline devoured not even thirty seconds before himself! The caustic walls seared him horribly as his arms blindly worked, pulling, pushing, not at walls and flesh, but at canister and spare battery pack. Screaming himself hoarse to the pain of having skin and fur sloughed off, he slammed his hands together.

For the third time in his trip after the feline, Rolf stopped. His gut had suddenly domed with an explosive noise that had him grunt and wince faintly. Looking less in pain, than disgust, he hunched. And contracting his gut, there was a steaming hiss as the contents of his gut wretched back up. Clear slime smoked as it hit the well-walked tiles, and melted them as easy as anything. Along with the heaping, messy body of the half melted Hyena. There were frenzied screams from the crowd from those still paralyzed with the fear of Rolf's presence. Gods. The Hyena was still moving. He was still Alive. His steaming, weakening body reaching, tremblingly along the floor as his remaining muscles and organs gave before the acids he was coated in. And with a terrible, gurgling noise, it slumped.

Panting his annoyance, Rolf wiped his lips, and shook his head. Spitting the last of the Hyena's taste from his mouth, he straightened up, and turned, smirking anew to face the Doberman having put himself between Rolf and the Cheetah, Arms raised , holding a terribly shaking pistol before him. Shots began ringing through the air, making the barest of indentations in Rolf's paunchy muscle-gut, before they bounced off, skittling harmlessly along the tiled floor as the Gator chuckled, stepping forward, and grabbing that gun, and the Doberman's hand in one of his own massive mitts, and clenched it into a fist, buckling metal, and bone within. The canine screamed as his knees buckled, his free arm grasping his mangled other, as Rolf lifted the male up, and chomping his jaws simply, over head and shoulders.

Pale beneath his pink fur, the Cheetah staggered back, his chest heaved, eyes wide as the Gator, now spanning his vision, loomed. The struggling, thrashing Security officer vanishing as though he were nothing. Nothing at all before Rolf's incessant hunger. The dress pants slithered down, followed by those shoes.. With that ominous gut expanding before him, and pushing up against him. It backed the Cheetah up, and pinned him firmly, between Rolf and a thick pillar supporting the upper level, as Rolf grinned, groaning lightly to the avid struggles within himself. "I got you at last, Snack." He grinned in that Manic way of his, guttural voice, low and rumbling in the feline's ears. "Alotta fucking trouble, for one measly dessert. But I suppose those other snacks made up for it." He chuckled dully, thumping the side of his shrinking gut, struggling and pushing against the feline, whose Terrified eyes darted from it, up to Rolf's face and back.

"Ah don't worry about your Meal of a friend. Whether or not he wants to, he's a part of me, My gut. He feels my hunger, like everyone else I ever ate. Like you're about to." The crocodile yawned his jaws, grinding his gut up to lift the feline's feet off the ground, before lunging his head. Jaws as simple, and uncaring as ever, snapped up along half of him. Half of his whole fucking Body was sitting in jaws and Jowels. Nothing. He was nothing. The Doberman was nothing. No one, was anything, before Rolf's hunger. Swallow by lazy, callous swallow, he was vanishing, those muscles squeezing, compacting him in. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Oh gods! It burns! The walls churned in greeting, there was searing pain. Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. Oh FU-

Rolf grinned as he snapped his jaws shut again, standing with lazy contentment as he pressed a broad hand into his struggling gut. Rumbling low, he smirked to the feel of his food softening. Melting. Digesting. Licking his lip, almost as if content, he opened his eyes, smirking to the yellow puddle on the floor where the feline had stood.. Then came another sound. The screech of tires. Flashing lights. Turning to face the door, He regarded the small squadron of white and blue cars barricading a number of armed policemen.

Kneading his gut and walking towards the door, the bleached skull of the Hyena crunched beneath his foot. Time for the main course.