Wapun Meadow Day Tripper

All he could taste was the empty air as his jaws snapped with an audible click while his target moved out of the way. Of course she retaliated, and the moment her jaws made contact with his chest, he reacted the same, another snap of his jaws to try once more while she was close, using himself as bait to once again attempt at ripping at the woman who had given him such grief. Red stained his chest, again, adding to the wounds he had gathered over the week - this was nothing new, and he couldn't feel the sting his brain tried to register from her retaliation. All he wanted was to kill. 

And he was ready for that.

Though this would not be the death he desired, the death of a warrior in battle but instead of a heartbroken fool - it didn't matter. His father's ideals didn't matter right here and now, he wanted revenge, he wanted to kill the ghost who haunted him, who plagued every bit of him, who had begun this snowball of a journey that spun out of control. 

She was speaking again, words that didn't matter, she wouldn't talk her way out of this now. The knight, no he was no knight now, he didn't serve any sovereign with a sword and shield. No, he was the enemy, the monster she painted him to be. With every intention of diving into the fray, jaws parted with the wish for blood, to feel something again than this empty void that had swallowed him recently. The beast was just about to lunge forward until -

He was still, frozen in the spot while his eye focused. Slowly his maw shut, and the maddened eye softened - just a little, but there was some sense that returned. But you look just like her. Even if his tone was directed to the woman who opposed him, he spoke the majority to himself. Confused, saddened - he had accepted his fate and yet it was wrenched away from him once again. Even that scar is the exact same... but you lack the stars. That was the key difference that stopped his attack. This woman didn't hold the same constellations on her pelt as Rhaella did.