WHAT IS THE SOUL OF A MAN? // OPEN

[DANNY]

[div style="borderwidth; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"] A shift in the world and the last breath of an individual before becoming a spirit had attracted the child of shadows to the scene. The pull so strong that the newly dead soul caused unease. They weren’t supposed to be dead yet they were. Small form emerged behind a tree’s shadow, nostrils flaring at the sickly stench of death and the coppery tang of blood in the air, fear and anxiety mixing in the air. A low rumble vibrating in his throat as clear eyes focused on the crippled lion then shifted to the deceased Ascendant, body still while mind went blank at the scene.

Why?

A stranger not from here with evidence to show them as the sole culprit and no one else. Shaky breaths left the kitten as he stepped back, back, back. Repulsion gripping his stomach before twisting into dark fury. This couldn't be let go. They couldn’t live. Jaws parted as a shriek ripped through a tightened throat, loud and eerie and increasing in volume as paws pushed him forward towards the supposed killer.


[align=center]( BLOOD FOR BLOOD. )

Breaths ragged and choppy while each step closer to the unfortunate creature to face his wrath, shadows writhing and thrashing wildly as small form stretched and expanded into a larger, more menacing figure to crash into the lion. The shocked yowl and screams from the Pittian fell on deaf ears as multiple eyes of the shadowhound glared down at their prey.

( NO MERCY. )

A soul not theirs to take and it’s only fair. IT’S ONLY FAIR. Sharp, claw-like paws slashed at the lion’s side with a deep, guttural cry, drowning out the male’s own howls of fear. Owns sides twitching and heaving as the massive shadow beast gripped the struggling lion, numb to the vicious clawing at his legs and chest, while crushing him into the ground. Pushing, pushing pushing until bones cracked and splintered from the weight of the being, shadows quivering and jerking along Danny’s spine, jaws parting to release another ear-piercing scream as words bursted into the air.

[b]"May God have mercy on your [color=black]soul." The growling hiss of a contorted voice pierced the terror laced air

A sickening crunch and warbled choked entered the air as powerful jaws broke the lion’s skull and continued to grind then until crimson dripping from the sides of said jaws, bone and brain mush inside a mouth hungering for twisted justice. Snap of the jaws and the decapitated body slumped back but he wasn’t done– [i]no. Relentless anger tugged at him as the shadows screamed at him to keep going. They didn’t deserve a burial and he’d ensure it wouldn’t happened. Feet smashed, sliced, and pulverized the body to the point of a giant red smear of blood with flecks of intestines to remains.

      Soft and slow breaths came now, head tilting down to the canine’s corpse and stared before resting on his haunches, muzzle tenderly brushing against the skull of the deceased. Avenged but perhaps not in the best and Danny didn't care.