Cat Eyes

Adrenaline. Pure, unadulterated adrenaline. Dread can feel his heart pounding in his chest, can feel the heat of the blood oozing from the wounds. Can feel the distinct ache and throb that he knew would only get worse when the protective chemicals faded from his system. His head spun, and his chest ached. Kite was doing a good job getting the creature down, and it was growing weak and feeble. Her approach was interesting, standing and stepping on the cat where it crumpled to the ground.

Dread took his shot, with the cat on the ground. He took his chance now, before the damage got any worse. Teeth bared, he leaned down over the lion's throat. He could feel the creature's claws make contact with his ear, but it was too weak to do much now. It's without a second thought, without another breath to consider the action, that Dread sinks his teeth into the lion's throat. Ripping and tearing, doing all the damage he could. Doing all the damage he'd need to. It's savage, but hell, so was Dread. This is the animal he was becoming, the man he was growing up to be. He rips the lion's throat clean open, feeling the warmth of blood as it coated his teeth. Feeling the wash of gore on his coat. Sighing, he took a step back. What was done was done.

He looked to Kyanite before him, catching his breath. "You okay?" A gentle question, checking in. Dread couldn't-- Dread wouldn't let anything happen to her.

"Dread Fatalis"