Kiel wanders away from the little temporary cove home where he currently resides with his mate with his demon side whispering sweet encouraging words to him, encouraging him to chase down an innocent horse and slowly tear him or her apart while reveling in the sounds of pained screams and begging for mercy. But on other side of him, his unicorn side urges him to ignore the demon side and just go in for a clean kill.
The liger twitches as he could feel his sharp lethal fangs throbs painfully, waiting for the sweet succulent flesh to sink into and his throat suddenly feels dry while the bloodlust finally conquered and seized him. The poor stallion stood there with his face perfectly blank but if someone look closer, they would see a tiny tremor going through his body. He grits his teeth as he finally starts moving determinedly toward the herd, letting his demon side finally taking over. His light eyes darkens to demonic fire as the fangs extends in anticipation.
