I want to hate every part of you

Boredom claws at the heart like a great scar. When an evil king searches for some sort of blood it's always a bad feat. That's where his mind sat - in a swirling pool of darkness and a small box that he'd locked himself inside. Perhaps, what his creators had done to him, his handlers who had embedded it within his head and his heart. Aimlessly wandering as suddenly like shattering glass the black voide was broken. His paw made contact with a bone and his head perked up as his teeth bared and the shattering stopped. Like broken shards filling in it seemed the land was barren but stained with blood.

The scent hit him in a wave, and it made him eager. Letting out a call for anyone at all. Should they be foolish enough to come across him that was. Shiloh didn't play nice and he had no intention of changing that now. Surely the beast wasn't even capable of change. He'd always be the same asshole born of a horror story destined to fail. As his pupils dialted he prepared himself. Muscles flexing as he tasted the air. Come to him.

"Shiloh." "You." Think.