Spotted Eagle Mountain groundlight

shardul grew weary of the high voice and its inane claims -- perhaps the blow to the other's head had battered him more senseless than he had earlier suspected. "dost thou know what it is i do unto wolves?" the argent cat whispered, slipping closer until the ends of his whiskers brushed the wolf's hapless snout. "i hurt them. i take their blood, and sometimes, i take my pleasure with them as they suffer and as they die."


each fang was bared in a flashing, horrid grin then. "dost thou wish to be my king now, little jackal? thou hast but to speak, and i shall bring thee to such a world that thou shalt never leave again. a world of agonies. a world of blood. speak, small fool. little king."

shardul waited.