The Sunspire Out Like A Light

There was absolutely nothing within or outside of the encompassing rage. He heard nothing but a faint buzzing and saw nothing but the monster he'd targeted and the haze of red ringing his vision. Heart pounding in time with each connection of his body he felt none of the wounds recieved, did not hear the savage screams that ripped his throat raw. Behind him lay Clay....when he'd torn this asshole into nothing but crow scrap he would turn around and tend to his young prince until they could go back to The Saints together. This was why he ripped through flesh without a pause for his own injury....for that foolish image in his mind. When he tore the man's ear from his skull he took the pause to spit it out his breath heaving from his lungs in bursts that shook his entire body as he bared his fangs at the shrieking wretch backing up until he felt his hind paws hit something. 

A living body shouldn't be that hard. Turning with dead, unseeing eyes he ignored the charred and open flesh throwing himself across the dead prince. Exhaling slowly he lay his head across the destroyed face refusing to look down into it in fear of what he would see. "yours right? don't go without me" he whispered the words sapping the last of his energy out as he closed his eyes and let the rain pour down turning the ground around the pair into waves of crimson and torn flesh.