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

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That name would haunt his mind, reverberating in his skull as a cynical hiss and a threatening growl for some time to come. Shardul.

He expelled the last of his energies in a wrenching cry, one that bore his horror and his acceptance both. He had failed in the uttermost and was to die here because of it. He went limp beneath the bludgeoning of the cat's paws and the tear of his terrible claws, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pain from the wounds already carved into his body and the ones being made now, and numbed from his own admittance that he was done. There was nothing more to do, and if there was, he hadn't the strength to do it. The last thing he did was to squeeze his eyes shut and dig his nails into the earth as the cat dishonored and desecrated him in the most intimate way.

But he did not die, though he willed himself to immediately upon waking the next morning when a crow pecking at a gash in his side roused him. Frost had settled onto his blood-stained coat, and he hurt in more ways that he knew was possible. He was broken in body, mind, and spirit, and it would take many hours before he would rise, shakily, and hobble home.