Animal Rage

As quick as the spark ignites, as unpredictably as love is lost, or as fast as the sunrise fades, Paul set his teeth into Peter’s neck and tore its vein bare open.

Peter pulled back, increasing his wound, and with a gurgling yelp he doubled back and bit Paul’s ear clean away.

Jonathon had, only moments before, casually filled the dogs' platters with their morning feed.

Tindle, as tall as he was, was terrified at this unforeseen anger, and did not wish to be caught in the dogs' savage tussle. He backed his way to the door and took the switch from its stand.

Jonathon was calling to them to stop. In but three combative minutes the rage was over with Paul quite dead. In five, Peter lay beside him, expired also.

“What on an ungodly earth caused that mayhem?” Tindle said - nervously still holding fast to the broom, having done nothing with it but grasp it tight.

“I’ve not seen such a thing before”, agreed Jon who had worked with all manner of animal. He was perplexed at the rage between what was formerly the best of companions.

“But they were as brothers.” remarked Tindle, who secretly was relieved that the two had not savaged Jon or himself before their uncommon death.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series