Whitewater Gorge The Old Tale-Teller

He had begun to back away as the elder tried to speak. "Go to hell yada yada" he murmured his eyes dulling as he began to realize what he had done. The sharp taste of blood in his mouth was pleasing but there was also a sense of wrongness about this whole thing. Awinita would not like what he'd done here. She'd call him a -

Monster. The word was shouted from a distance but way too close for him to be comfortable. It wasn't Awinita's voice though, but a different females. Nobody had the right to call him that except the one who was able to soothe his monsterous behavior, winni. Where he might have ran, he instead whirled to face her his maw parting in a monsterous snarl. He growled at her the sound slow at first but then growing into a ripping thunderous roar "Turn around or I'll show you how fucking sadistic I can be!" He roared every inch of his body and expression speaking unadulterated madness and rage now. Yet she was way too close to him by now and if he didn't run, he'd probably be fighting to kill her too. He'd already done something bad, maybe he should take a break.

With one last curl of his lip he began to take off, the word monster repeating itself in his mind. She wanted to call him a monster? A monster he'd be then. HHe disappeared into the distance but his not too far away, watching them silently.

I'll have him hidden till Mara Susi runs off. Then he'll come back in, so you can skip me till then