Phantom Hollow True Colors

The half-breed lashed and gnashed back and forth after his legs were pinned down. If anyone neared his face, they would be sure to be struck by his sharp teeth and strong jaws. He didn't care who he hit, or who hit him as a warm liquid trickled through his fur along his back. As soon as he had been grabbed, all logic left his mind and he went full attack mode.

But something made the half-breed's mind pause. The voice that followed after. He knew that voice. Even though his body still acted savage, Judas' mind was different. It was Malice. The only one almost as insane as he was. With much focus from his mind, he stopped, his eyes carrying recognition. Before being driven mad again by a little voice in his head.