This part was written by @Breezestxr

***Very very very gory, you have been warned D:

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Tyler's P.O.V

Tyler shivered, the cold wind blew around him, he narrowed his eyes in concentration, he was flying around the mountains, trying to find a place to land, but he was getting tired and the cold was taking its toll.

Suddenly his wings stopped flapping, he let out a yowl of fear as he plummeted towards the cold rock of the mountainside. He crashed onto the hard rock, dazed and cold. He stumbled to his paws, blood dripping down his face and into his eyes.

Snow swirled around him, the harsh cold wind buffeting his face, making him close his eyes tightly, tears fell down his face, where they froze instantly, he was going to die here, Tyler the fearsome winged rouge defeated by the cold.

Strike's mysterious disappearance during the storm half a moon ago had driven him to push further into the mountains. It had been a reckless move, and he was regretting it.

A menacing snarl made him jump, he looked up, coming face to face with a white wolf. The black and blue tom let out a shriek of fear and stumbled to his paws. He could tell the wolf was smirking at her prey as it struggled away. His paws were numb and his breathing ragged, shallow and rapid.

He collapsed a few foxlengths from the wolf, he started to cry. This was the end.

The she-wolf sniffed him, bloodlust in her eyes, she was deciding which part of him to start with. Tyler watched her for a few, agonising seconds.

Suddenly the wolf bit into his wing. He let out a screech of pain and thrashed about, new energy coming to his cold body. The wolf put her forepaws firmly on his body and tugged. Frostbite had weakened his limbs and the wing was torn away easily. Tyler screeched in agony, tears streaming down his face and freezing to his fur.

Blood spurted out of the joint where his wing used to be, bone could be seen sticking out. He felt sick. The wolf's jaws grabbed his tail, which was stirring snow with its slow flicking. "N-no!" Tyler yowled as the wolf tugged.

Tyler vomited as the wolf pulled his tail right of his body, the contents of his stomach dribbled down his chin and onto his chest, where it froze along side his tears. The sound of bones crunching could be heard as the wolf chewed on his tail.

"Just kill me." Tyler whimpered.

Tyler was numb, he couldn't feel his paws, they had succumb to the frostbite. The fur had fallen off and the skin beneath was black with decay. The wolf easily pulled them off, blood drenched the snow at Tyler's body.

Tyler was glad he couldn't feel it, he wished for death to hurry up and come for him, he closed his eyes and prayed for the end.

But the wolf didn't let him have it.

She nosed his eyes and started to tear at the skin of his underbelly. "Stop!" Tyler screeched wildly. Blood splattered across his fur as his skin was ripped away. The wolf poked her muzzle into his wound and sniffed around. All Tyler could do was watch.

Her jaws closed around Tyler's intestines and she started to pull. Tyler coughed up blood onto himself, where it made its home alongside vomit and tears. Blood trickled from his mouth and onto his chest.

The sickening crunching as the wolf pulled out more of his organs made him vomit again, nothing but blood and bile came out. Tyler's eyes glazed over as death finally started to take hold of him. The cold had kept death away long enough for him to feel everything that was done to him.

As his liver was tossed aside -landing next to his stomach- Tyler's breath ceased. He gave into the blackness and let death take him.

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