[Training] the blood runs slow

i'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to somethin'

The blood is sweet and addictive and not enough, especially when the boy vanishes from beneath him in a swathe of mist that has him roaring in anger. Claws swipe and rake at the earth in frustration, Danta whipping around with a bloody maw in search of the prize that has escaped his clutches, just in time to find man becoming tide jaguar. And there's something about the appearance of a fellow big cat that almost makes it worse, that introduces the idea of a competitor for a meal he'd been certain was his to take.

Never mind that the jaguar was the meal - now it's just something else to fight and maim and (hopefully) feast upon. And with the taste of crimson already coating his tongue it's little surprise that his bloodlust is fully in charge now, Danta surging forward with tooth and claw to attack.

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The Maverick

let me wrap my teeth around the world