Desreal: that's quaint.

Thunder booms – the clouds rolled.

Death tolled.

The Savage came silently, unhurried. His volatile element was shepherded before him, the static power sending terrible shock-waves through the forest. Alcatraz did little to conceal his magnificent mastery of his element. It was natural to him. Like skin and flesh and bone – his lightning lent no subtlety. It weaved around him like a wild snake, each strangling strand of electricity humming with its violent potency. Electrified particles snarled as he cleaved through air and earth alike.

He halted, binging his contorted and ugly muzzle towards the cacophony. His Lightning receded, slithering back into his body like recalled ropes. A sinister smile spread across his ugly features, curling the corners of his lips.

“Couldn’t you be quiet, Elemmire?” He said smoothly, his cold eyes glittering maliciously. “Our neighbors are trying to sleep.”

His hind leg cocked, an ear flicked flippantly in her general direction.

Oh god, who’s going to save his soul now?

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