Blackfeather Woods chaos is a ladder

The rage had consumed him suddenly. He had been in the midst of a meal when it had happened, his jaws already stained from the blackbird he was eating. All had been fine but then, in a split second, the Spiderling’s world had flipped upside down. Something nasty had suddenly sparked within his belly as he had locked eyes with the corpse. Whatever it was, this something caused a snarl to drip from his lips. But this was only the beginning. The stormborn was just on the cusp of another breakdown.

“Heckin’ POOP,” he growled to himself as his anger crackled in the pit of his being. Soon enough, the rage was everything to him in that moment. All he knew was anger and all he could see was red. He wasn’t a stranger to these episodes, nor did he question them. He gave himself into them fully without another thought.

Digging into the kill, Atshen began to reach his forelimbs into the bird’s body in an attempt to pulverise everything in sight. Blood began to splatter across the Spirderling’s face as he went to work, all whilst muttering “mutilation… mutilation… mutilation…” as if he were a broken record.