Ouroboros Spine In Darkness I am King

Sitri walked among the shadows, his red eyes gleaming. The bloody copse and saliva dripping from his muzzle as was normal. He looked around him, trying to discern who was around and about this late at night. No one good, he didn't really want to speak with anyone. The memories and voices reaching a rather high crescendo today. The voices he hadn't heard them in months, so to hear them was disheartening.

He had falsely thought perhaps he was cured, maybe not so crazy. But they wanted blood and death and hatred tonight, and he wasn't sure how to handle it. He couldn't just go about killing others, their thirst had been awakened. Awakened when he had ripped into Ptarmigan. What was he to do.