The sound of her light steps come shortly after his exit and he knows that he has hooked her with his vile, enrapturing claws. Their demons call to one another like old lovers and he knows that she is a rarity among the masses. He had yet to find anyone to spark this inborn darkness since his arrival into Moladion - until he saw her. Looking into those endless voids of black caused him to want for blood and violence, to wrap himself in what was once a dying lust for bringing pain. He felt alive again, much like when was Commander.

He jogged through the darkness with the knowledge that his devilish new shadow was accompanying him and headed toward a vast clearing. There were few large species of prey that roamed in the night, though it was still just after dusk, and so his gold and silver toned eyes were hungry in search for the silhouette of a deer amidst the opening. His massive body stalked the rim of the clearing in a slow walk as he looked to and fro for any sign of movement. Across the glade there was a movement so slight that it could have easily been missed but he stopped to look deeper into the night.

It shifted again and his eyes gathered the figure of a hefty doe rummaging through the grasses at the treeline. She was plump from a long season of good eating and practically begging to have his jaws sunken into her neck. He expects his unholy companion to follow suit as he make a dash across the clearing in pursuit of the doe. She startles as he nears her and bounds into the treeless expanse where she will soon meet her doom. He is fit enough to keep up with her and snaps at her heels to trip her up while hoping to avoid a kick to the face. She retaliates as expected, hind legs flailing behind her, but this is her undoing as she loses her footing and tumbles to the ground. Quickly, Samandriel leaps atop her to grasp at her throat and clamp off any airflow. She struggles against the weight of his body, writhing beneath his grip and kicking her hooves out to try and stand up. But it is useless when caught by the steely strength of his jaws and surely his shadow is already tearing into her flank to add to her demise.

( sorry, it's a little lackluster )