Rising Sun Valley before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves

sure! this will be my last post :3 and don't worry about the tenses; you are totally fine

at last! the fear leapt firelike into the eyes of the wolf who had sought to fight against shardul, and the silver cat gave a low and mocking laugh. the jackal, he tried to run, but in an instant shardul had forced him back against the ground with a lazy trip of his massive paw. "thou shalt know my name," the cat spoke, bringing his massive head close to that of the wolf. yellow gaze burned into the horrified silver of the foolish one's own, and then shardul spoke no more.

time passed in a sort of route way, though shardul could not say how long he worked upon the body of his most precious creation. the dying light found the last flit of the cat's long tail disappearing into the underbrush -- the breath of first moonhaze surrounded the bloodied body of the wolf in a soft aura, but one that did little to veil that which had been done to the still body.

claws had rent deeply the cheeks of the stupid creature -- the lacerations traveled indiscriminately down his sides, his flanks. blood from countless wounds had painted the pale pelt crimson, and, as if to evidence the last of shardul's dark passions made whole, he had taken the helpless creature in a lustful manner, hurting the tender flesh there.

but shardul had gone, and the wolf was alone -- if there was breath left in his maimed body, the cat knew it not.