It was drawing near... Having Flair in his arms bare in bed, the fact everything in his life was back in order frightened him yet excited him even more. Specially since the winds of war were blowing on his favor, Lloth's blessing was on his side as he drew close to the soil that he would taint with the blood and gore of his very enemy. The enemy of the one who's heart belonged to him and she had accepted his in return. The heart of a beast is indeed a very complicated, dark item which holds an amazing power, a thirst for blood, a thrive for more power than the beast itself could ever imagine. But the most horrifying of all the features is the fact that it wasn't its power what sent shivers down the spine who set their eyes upon such a creature. It was the fact it lacked any remorse when it came to the life of those who came before him in the heat of battle. The young, the old, the weak, the strong, the rookies, the veterans. As long as it could stand up and pick up a weapon against him whether it was a soldier or a villager, a child or an elder. He would strike it down, punish all without distinction. Shurvayas took a deep breath as he allowed a grin to draw across his lips while his eyes remained closed, his fingers running up and down along Flair's bare figure in a loving manner as he prepared himself in his mind for the battle that was about to come. He was ready...