Lord give me something to murder right now

At the sound of his name, Eligos spun in the general direction of the voice with a snarl, eaers pinned back, hackles raised and every inch of fang exposed in his open maw with obvious violent intent. "It's the Valhalla alpha!" Cypher half-whispered, half-yipped, but he needn't have bothered. It wasn't that Eli didn't recognize the voice, or that the scent he dragged into his nose was unfamiliar to him - it was that he was so beyond the threshold of rational thought in his fury that no other reaction was possible. Eligos was in a killing rage before he'd been blinded... now with his sight gone he was furious, disoriented, and afraid and he hated every second he was spending in darkness. He found his head weaving back and forth in a vague and futile unconscious attempt to see where Aurielle was, and forced himself to stop with his eyes half-narrowed to hide whatever physical evidence there might be of his curse on his eyes, but he couldn't hide that there was something off about the way he stood, the way his head cocked slightly to try to better pinpoint the sound of her movements and breathing. "Aurielle," he rasped through bared teeth. "Sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. Don't you know better than to be alone with an Abraxas? Do you not believe the tales, or are you so eaten up with your own self-importance that you couldn't even imagine anyone wanting to harm a hair on your precious body?" His voice dipped into a low rumble on the last words, and his claws dug into the ground to prevent any betraying quiver. He was risking the tentative alliance between their packs, his hard-fought neutrality with the light-aligned packs, that he'd given so much effort towards maintaining, but desperation awoke viciousness and locked in darkness, Eligos was beyond rationality and civility, and thought in that moment only to drive her away with words before she could call his bluff.