Fragments of the nightmare

Shandar

Artisan
Betrayal.

Blood.

Pain.

Anger.

Hunger.

The beast, unleashed from a prison that held it for far too long, rends the flesh of friend and foe alike. Bathed in the terror and desperation of the fallen, it feasts on blood and flesh, gristle and bone.

Love.

Friendship.

Honor.

Duty.

These things have no place here. The beast is no longer caged by the trappings of a world in which it will find no peace and no welcome. In this realm it is free to live and free to thirve, wanton and wild.

It is terrible.

It is wonderful.
 
An echoing scream of a cougar follows suit - as if a temper heeds the call to that which has stood before. The rage builds and boils, folding back in upon itself as it grows. The voice is a hissing whisper, near unrecognizable

Blood for blood. Claw for claw....death for death

A sneering growl echoes in the darkness, and then nothing.
 
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