Rising Sun Valley Twirled into the arms of disgrace and then repelled

the man whom had shared such tender loving words with reverie had dipped below the bleak surface of an avenging pagan.
lestan did not know when he had ever fought, or with such ferocity. blood bloomed between them; his teeth hewed and slashed without reason or guidance.
and behind it a possessive snarl that at last blossomed from devotion to the creek, to arric, to akavir, to the land itself.
lestan was terrible in this moment, blinded by all reason and meaning now to kill.