Shadow Mountain careful with that axe, eugene

Sickness. That is what he felt in that moment. The moment that the metallic taint of the youth's blood over his tongue truly registered in his mind. He had attacked and scarred a young child, one that had not only done nothing of real offense but who probably could not defend herself against him. Her wailing made his ears flatten back and he growled wanting her to shut up, angry and guilty and maddened even further by this fucked up deed he had done.


He was already pissed off and in full violent mood, really it wouldn't have taken much for him to snap completely, but the appearance of Moonshadow was definitely something that urked him further. Then she ordered him about like he was beneath her and he gave a low growl, turning to face her and lowering his head, lips curling up with deadly intention "Make me." he grunted coldly and lunged for her. As his flesh connected with hers he reared back and aimed a bite for her right eye. Whether he succeeded or not he would pull away and begin to circle her, intent on keeping her away from the prisoner. All guilt was abandoned but not forgotten, he would simply distract himself by punishing Moonshadow,making good on his promise to make her life here hell.