Was there no sport to be had in this Fayth-Forsaken land?
Aveshar rolled his eyes as he prowled through the night, tail lashing back and forth behind him. Sure it was all good fun to torment his younger sibling... Kelakohr was so close to the breaking point he required little more than a nudge here and there... And Aveshar had always been one to draw out the torment, so he kept the nudging to a minimum and enjoyed watching his younger sibling attempt to rebuild what was too far gone to save.
But at the moment, watching Kel writhe and the border of the Realm of Nightmares was not enough to entertain the Dark Fayth. And while Melody -his aunt- was out making her own fun, and the females within his pride otherwise occupied, Aveshar was left to his own devices.
And hunting down prey animals to torment was only interesting for so long. He wanted something with some spirit, something that would fight back.. Something that would challenge his interests and intellect, and show more will to play then simply lay down and die.
"What to do, what to do?" He mused idly to himself as his paws carried him where they wished.
