Andarin: The Mountains: pretty much.

Alcatraz had not traveled far from Artaxxas’ broken body when he spotted the mare.

Oh, he remembered her. So long ago – they had fought. Alcatraz never forgot a battle. His dark eyes swept across her black body, and a sinister smile crept across his ugly muzzle.

He was not prepared for the shard’s sudden assimilation to him. Get her. The shard howled, beating in the back of his brain like a caged animal. Alcatraz’s eyes widened as he felt the shard’s tug. His limbs weakly obeyed the pulsing command, bringing him closer to the earthen mare.

He couldn’t explain to her why he did it. he didn’t know either. Be it greed, avarice, wrath.. Alcatraz had never been one to easily explain his reactions. He sensed her Earth as it roared for blood, but instead he stepped towards her, swinging his head towards her to better look at her. He loathed the close proximity. His lightning screamed.

“Why not.” He replied silkily, his voice dark with his savage nature. He stepped closer, so close they could touch. He recognized her, a warrior – a gold. It was clear.

I need her. The shard snarled in his brain. He breathed, meekly acquiescing to the demanding presence.

Then he, bold, brave, stupid Alcatraz, did the unthinkable. He leapt forwards, curling his neck and opening his jaws, seeking purchase with the flat of her shoulder. The Shard screamed in the back of his brain, egging him on. Should he grasp her shoulder, his teeth would tear her flesh and the blood would surge like a tide around the open wound. He would drink greedily, knowing full well repercussions would be imminent.

More blood spilled on his account..

Oh well.

GLD A L C A T R A Z
YOU EITHER DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO SEE YOURSELF BECOME A VILLAIN

LIGHTNING III || BLITZSTRAHL & WOLKERE
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