Morningside Cuesta walk the nightmare terrain forever

revui's presence buoyed him; merrick tore and tore and tangled in a flurry of flash and fang and fur, until it was over, over,
over —
and he dropped the corpse to the earth, panting, breathing, murder as free and rapacious in him as it was boring these days, for he had wanted arbiter's throat in his teeth, not the stringy neck of this paltry scapegoat. a nudge to see that there was no breath, and then the madman fell to decapitation, cutting head from body and carrying it off with exerted breaths.
"now," he mumbled to no one in particular around his grisly burden, "a gift." and he began to descend, intending to throw the horrid talisman upon the very gates of the bitch.