Meryl felt like his very blood boiled in him. He felt hot and irritated like he had only felt once before towards the Iromar wolf who had stolen his pregnant mother away. Though that hatered had faded to hopelessness and that hopelessness had, surprisingly, been tempered by Azrael who told him not to cry or be upset. Even as he sat his flank aching and bleeding his mind turned to those times when truly he had been helpless and those days where he decided he had to do something more. It was shortly after his mother’s return he found his calling in his first little brother’s birth it was that coupled with the need to be not the helpless child coiled alone in the shade of a tree while a group of adults discussed just what they were going to do to return his mother while he feared he had lost a second one and could do nothing to change that.
Now though he was bigger, perhaps he was still just as helpless as he had been before but this time there was no one there to calm his mind and his soul felt as if hell itself was bursting from it wanting nothing more than to release hellfire upon the brute before him. So different from the calm, collected being to which he normally was his fur stood on end anger burning through his eyes as all the pieces came together in one vile statement that only added fuel to the flames for a few moments a growl ripping from his maw until the realization and words hit him and the meaning derived from it.
Meryl felt cold. The fire that boiled in his blood extinguished in one left him as though icy water had been dumped onto him leaving him cold and staring blankly at the black brute who slowly approached closer and closer. He couldn’t bring himself to move staring at the brute seeing the black of his pelt, though dirty held the similar sheen and tint beneath was his own. Meryl had seen enough children to know no matter how subtle things might be they still took after their parents somehow some way and it was coming out even now.
The brute continued on and though and his body slowly regained feeling the boiling blood slowly bubbling back to the surface in low growls the anger returning to his eyes his white fangs peaking out. ”Lies.” He knew it was helpless it was true, he knew it was but he didn’t have to believe it, he didn’t have to even as his tone of voice mirrored that so well of the titan looming ever closer before him. It confirmed it, really it did even as the brute continue speaking slowly coming closer and closer until it felt like he was right on top of him rising forth and Meryl too brought himself back to his paws.
This brute would die. Even if it meant Meryl’s own demise he would tear and rip this brute apart until his very last breath. He would pay.
A loud snarl erupted form his maw as Andras beared down upon him pain temporarily forgotten in rage as he felt the hulking brute take hold of his target while Meryl twisted inward snapping and snarling aiming to grab rip and tear at any bit of the brute’s face, neck or ears he could get within his maw. Untrained and certainly untamed he care little for what happened to him his instincts kicking in telling him to rip at anything he could without caring what it was he held. He was far from a fighter but he was also very far from being the docile, caring healer of Diveen right now. He felt the blood trickle from his own wound pain rippling through his form yet all he wanted was to pay it back tenfold. It wasn’t gone just buried in the fires of anger and hatred the want for vengeance driving him onward.
Meryl
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