By the gods, by all the gods above, Erik is angry. He is livid. There are too many things swirling in his head, too many things bubbling beneath the surface. There is rage. Wrath burns hotly in his chest. Hotly in his stomach. The burn in his throat... that never goes away. It's always there. Ever present. Erik doesn't know peace. He will never know peace, he will never know relief. It will hurt now, it will hurt every day, for the rest of his days. That's how he knows he's alive. If there's a day where the pain leaves him, then it will be the day all of the blood drains from his body. It will be the day that he no longer breathes. That's the only way.
That's the only fucking way.
It's with that rage, that wrath, burning thick and hot in his system that the boy sets out. Just to the north of the mountain, his gaze molten and shining. Raking over the world around him, looking for something. Looking for someone. Looking for anything. Erik wanted to fight. He wanted to bleed from new wounds, not the same old ones. He wants to feel something, even if it's just a new layer of pain. Shit, it's better than nothing at all. He'd show the gods that he bled too. They had to see him. They had to see the monster they'd created. They'd cursed.
The boy doesn't know what he's done to deserve this.
But he'd survive in spite of them all. He'd thrive in spite of them all. Spite, through all things, moves him. The boy's gaze is alight with something brilliant... terrifying, but brilliant all the same. On either side of him, sheer cliffs rise far beyond where he can reach out and touch. It feels... safe. He feels safe here. The boy is hunting, but not for food. Oh no, not for food. Erik is hunting for a fight.
What a fight he'll bring.
Erik sees the coyote before it sees him, but he's not very quick. A hulking, broad beast, Erik is a commanding presence and doesn't need stealth. By the time he engaged the beast, it's already called for backup. An eerie howl rising, one that's echoed back by two more. From the shadows, the rest of the coyotes melted. Three against one... but Erik wasn't going to back down from this. The rage of a berserker in his heart, he's already lunged at his original target, teeth gnashing. A snarl from deep in his chest.
A monster created by gods.
"Speech"
