The river was cramped at its depths. Cerulean didn't care. The fish here were different than back home in Fornax. Polaris also buzzed with energy. The beast relished it.
It had been under for some time, picking off morsels as they swam by, when above the water's surface, a face appeared. A pretty face, the beast noted as he looked up with a feral curiosity. A pretty and soon to be savaged face.
It had been quite some time since the beast below had tasted sentience.
No lesser stood so large, so pretty...
...the beast surged in a lunge upwards, a single flick of its body throwing it face-first to the surface, jaws gaping and snapping shut as soon as the beast felt fur on its tongue. Perhaps just an ear, or a close graze, but there had been blood in that snag and now, Cerulean had a taste for the unwitting canine.
It landed from its breach on the shore, gills gushing water to switch to air lungs and vocals rippling in a guttural rumbling that shook the stone floor it had landed upon. Pearly, alien eyes locked onto the albino's now blurry form, but it didn't need to see its prey to find its blood scent.
The leviathan roared suddenly, a wide and gaping screech that filled Polaris from end to end and shuddered stone. What had a beast so kingly and large to worry about from enemies in the cave? With the river a breath away and a confidence that out-sized the already gargantuan beast, there was nothing that could interfere now. No big sea beasts here to get in his way.
This one was all his.
@Ghost
"Oh no you don't!" The beast rumbled with actual words, sounding morbid and gleeful with a voice that sounded like nails raking across glass, piercing and vicious. It lunged after the fleeing canine...
...and with a rather ungraceful thud but a much more prominent CRUNCH, Cerulean latched down on the were's leg as he'd kicked off the ground in his sprinting. It wasn't a vital area, but it was more than enough for what came next.
With an easy swing, the leviathan turned back for the river, its prize still live and in tow, left to be dragged and dangled as Cerulean dragged himself back to the safety of the water's depths, to enjoy his prize in peace, in his own domain. All the while, a sort of victorious chortling rumbled in the beast's neck. An easy catch.
@Ghost
His prey was fighting back now.
Cerulean rumbled deeply and snapped his head side to side as if shaking away a fly's pesky approaches. He didn't seem to mind the scratches on his scales. They were superficial. Another shake, this time harder, in an attempt to dislodge the were's grip, jaws still locked around that broken leg...
...resulting in a violent snap that would surely throw the wolf's upper half back against the stone floor.
He wouldn't get another chance.
Cerulean reached the water's edge and slid into it easily, keeping both himself and prey above the surface for a few brief moments. Air bubbled out of his gills, emptying his lungs before flushing water back in and suddenly diving under, powering towards the river's narrow and crystalline depths.
@Ghost
The struggle was lessening. The life was fading. Something inside of Cerulean screamed that this was wrong and for a moment, the beast slowed its swim up-river. He turned his gaze to the drowning wolf who struggled and seemed to suffer so. A part of him felt pity.
So, the beast spun upwards towards the water's surface again, breaching and whipping the canine in the same motion, with every intention of killing it then and there. However, as it were, the breach hadn't been high enough for such an impact. Poor Ghost would simply be thrown about some more, but at least he wasn't drowning now.
Cerulean watched with sadistic curiosity to see what the while thing would do... or say, if given that final chance.
@Ghost
Cerulean didn't need to be asked.
Sound in the definitive knowledge that his prey could not flee now, it slid back up the shore over to him. Wide eyes regarded the shape more clearly up close and the beast rumbled with its anticipation...
...it placed a careful clawed 'fin' on the wolf's throat, its talon resting on that vital artery. It would not be over quick, but it would be over, and the wolf would feel no added pain as that talon sunk in and cut off the supply of blood to the canine's brain. He would fade, go numb, go silent, but before that could fully happen, Cerulean was already dragging his bleeding corpse to the water again.