[private] can't tell you where your heart is buried now; Torryn

[Torryn]

choke them on the ashes of the dreams they burned

He decides that he is tired of playing games.

A creature with any sense would see that this was not an even match. In the wild, most did not needlessly attack the younger, smaller ones just for the sake of bloodshed. When she swipes at him, that should have been his cue. He should have simply lit into her enough to put her in her place, but that is assuming that this shadowed creature bore any resemblance to the canine-like shape he took.

He doesn't, of course.

He is not a wolf or a dog or a fox; he is sorrow and rage and fear that has manifested itself into shadow, that for now has decided to take on the shape of something canine. His conscience is virtually nonexistent, and all he can think of when she snarls and lunges at him is how badly he wants to make her bleed.

This time, he is ruthless when he lunges for her.

His teeth find purchase on her skin, puncturing through only to pull apart savagely. He avoids her throat, though, deciding that he doesn't want to kill her. He wants her to suffer. He wants her to regret snarling and snapping at him, wants her to think twice the next time she is facing off with someone.

And all the while that he attacks his fear aura refuses to drop. He pushes it against her, lets it amplify the fear of his teeth that repeatedly sink into her.

Then, just as quickly as his attack had begun, he stops. He looks at her, holds her in the red of his gaze for a moment, lets the sight of her bloody form burn a place into his mind, and then he disappears into the night.

torryn

sorry I power played her a lot but there you go, Maze is broken now.