The Tangle Pure intention juxtaposed

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It came to no surprise to him, the fool Sahirian that wandered off from his Family to find food for them, that he would simply happen upon the scene of murder so soon. It seemed everywhere he had wandered off to had either signs of uncivility or something was deranged enough to either kill or near be killed. While the bastard knew his Family was far from proper and regal, they weren’t savage murderers. Well, you know what, he couldn’t even speak for all of them. Alula, her supposed sign being Purity, had just killed, or gotten killed 2 members of their Family. Should she had been in his Family sect, her affinity would have been retrialed to see if this was fate, or if this was fatal, for her. There was no doubt in his mind that she was connected with purity- but he had to figure out how the Ancients had rigged her life to suit this affinity. Preservation or pestilence?

It was on these thoughts that he had just come to notice that there was no prey in the vicinity. Literally none. Not just the ground dwellers, but not a single aerial meat, either. And it disturbed the Sahirian, as it meant something was off. Yet blood stood thick in the air, copper filling his nose with a deceptive lure. And so cautiously, he followed the trail with his nares until his curiosity was rewarded with a scene. A murder scene. 

Scattered on the grass, fleshly tatters and only just felled remains of what? A fox? A coyote? A wolf? Something that once had four limbs and now only two, while the other pair lay a meter away and in painful position at that. Eyes stared up at the trees with a horror so fresh in beaten hazelnut irises that Priest looked with them to see if what had destroyed it so mercilessly still prowled the heavens above. Shaking himself of such a notion, Priest took a step forward and sniffed the corpse, as not even flies had gotten around to noticing this meal just yet-

and he pulled a piece free, chewing it with the only contentment he could. 

Mhhmn...tender. And he thanked silently whomever beat the shit out of it.
Not even aware that the chef was still near.