He didn't know where he was. He felt suddenly as if a nightmare was about to consume him. The screams in his head were so loud, and the brush and trees seemed to grow darker than normal in the night. Shadows seemed to jump out at him, and he would periodically snarl and growl. Sometimes he would snap out at branches that would brush against his side. He felt lost and like the forest was closing in on him. The sounds in his head were growing louder, and his breathing grew harder with it.


He finds himself stopping for a moment. The pain in his shoulder is unbearable. His red and yellow eyes dashed up as he hears a rustle above. His ears press against his head as he bares his fangs. A gurgling roar of a bark rumbled from his throat in the dim lighting. His mind was warped, and he wanted to sink his teeth into whatever moved around him. He snapped as a bush to his left, comping down on getting a thorn stuck in his lip. This only caused him to cry out in anger once more. His paw reached up to desperately rip out the thorn, and as he does so he hears a crashing of trees.

His face of black and white face it, teeth bared to show his fangs and a scream of a snarl filling the air. The screams in his mind had clouded the fact that she had been coming for him, calling him and reacting to his own pain and warped mind. He does not immediately adjust with these unknown demons in his mind clawing at him. It isn't until he hears the sounds of her whine among the demons that his lips twitch to a hesitant close.

His form is rigid and stiff. He holds himself in a defensive manner as she approaches, ear still back in a somewhat fearful manner with his nose still wrinkled. She buries herself into him anyway despite this, and the shock of her touch caused his fur to ripple. He growled, much more softly this time, the demons in his mind demanding him to bite her scruff. The bond he holds to her prevents this, and he merely snaps his jaws quietly in her direction. It is a battle between her touch and the darkness within him. A battle that, if not for their bond, she likely would not have won. Yet her touch begins to sooth him, although he is not calmed quite yet.

When she pulls back his teeth flare out again, displeased by the sudden rush of agony in his mind without it. He growls again, low and slow, ears remaining pinned upon his head as he sits to favor his right side. She asks him what happens. He simply stares at her now with his blood red eyes. She is dark, and the dim light barely illuminates her form. There is silence from him other than his heavy breathing and occasional growl. It is a good awkward moment that he does not speak. In his mind, he could not process her words. Blood caked his fur and her anger was still hot. The demons called for blood but there was no blood to be had here. Eventually, through his hot and blank stare, he was able to muster up the word that the wolf called out at the start of the attack. He had to. He had no choice but to rip through the screams in his head to find words...not for himself, but because she needed them. She needed words and he would fight to get them.

"Lion," he rumbles, clicking his teeth together as his eyes divert to his bloodied shoulder. Frustration still cursed his face, his eyes moving around as if he was trying to find words among the pain and anger.

"They...hurt," he says, they being the screams in his head and the pain his continues to feel. "Must killl, killl," he lashes out, suddenly standing again, ripping his wound again with his sudden movement. He cries out with a horrendous sound. He is not used to the pain with the movement of his body. He reached to snap out at his shoulder, smearing his own blood upon his lips, not knowing how to stop this that boils his blood. He knew she had answers, he knew it, but his own body betrayed him, and in the end, he was the son of the shadow, the ultimate demon of Moladion, and his father's demons were trying to pull him down. She had to be the answer to quell them- she had to, but he knew not how to ask.