Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

the expressions that threaded over the princely countenance like a river thrilled merrick. in this moment, in his heart of hearts, he had prevailed. he had won almost a great a prize as 
motherblood
anything before. merrick was judge jury executioner, and now demigod. forcing a kaleidescope of temperatures as if he were a force flush fel with energy — he seemed to grow taller, features sliding with a sickeningly slow screech into a demonic contortion of something like gaiety. as if the devil himself for a moment was glimmering at clay and the sheer kingliness of his beautiful figure.
"punish me?" merrick purred, a low sound punctuated by the breathing of the other bearwolves around him, bound in this rapturous moment that would cement the reality of ursus if enacted.
the single eye crept slyly across the easthollower's features almost in a caress, but it did little to dispel the glimpse into hell.
"there is nothing you could do that would ever affect me."
merrick did not blink.
"and you're still going to carry my message."
merrick snapped his jaws on open air, a feral king leveling his sword at an enemy and shouting in wordless wrath as he began the sweep alongside revui.