There were guards posted at the front entrance. Then there weren't, compliments of yours truly. I burst through the door, the thrill of the hunt rushing and pulsing through my veins. I was powerful, while Moone was weak. He didn't stand a chance against what I could do to him.
And there were so many ways that he could die. It'd be hard to chose, honestly. Still, I'd get to deciding later, when his fate was in my hands. Maybe I could pretend to spare him, then strike him down. That would feel great, and I might actually relax the stress and tension running through me.
Most of the people ran in fear - cowards - but those who chose to attack me were killed instantly. They didn't want me to get to Moone, but so many were afraid to attack me, and so my job was simple and easy. Nothing could deter or defer me from my task at hand.
I could feel my tail give an angry lash as I approached the door of Moone. Yes, my mind was recalling those memories. But those memories only filled me with anticipation, and an unsatisfiable thirst for one thing - sweet, sweet revenge.
I sent a burst of air forward, knocking down the door. It landed with a thud, revealing a shocked Moone. I grinned, practically laughing at the sight of him. He wasn't even prepared! What a treat. I lunged for him, knife in hand. He swerved out of the way, changing into his animal form. I laughed. He was going to fight me as a lion. Because a grown male lion totally intimidated me with all the power I had. I sent a large burst of air at him, knocking him off his paws.
He knew. He knew that he had no hope. I could see it in his eyes. He knew that he was going to die, and yet, he still kept trying to live. What was his point, though? Why fight if you know with absolute certainty that you're going to die? He was an idiot, and I was going to take advantage of that. I threw a kick at him while he was down, strong from the weeks and weeks of training with Christina.
I heard him cry out with pain, and I savored that sound. It was the moment I was waiting for. I was going to kill him. I showed him my lion-like fangs, baring them with pride and slight anger, too. Anger because he had ruined my life. But that feeling was washed away, turning into a strong motive. I would ruin what he had left of his small, pathetic little life.
Moone got to his paws, letting out his own battle cry. So it was a fight he wanted, now was it? Well, he'd get that fight, along with a whole lot of pain on his end. I tried to call up vines, though it was difficult. We weren't in a natural area. Still, I focused on calling them, needing to trap Moone in them. Eventually, they rose up, and I managed to wrap one of them around Moone's left leg. The rest of them were sent back down so that I could deal with Moone on my own terms. He was trying to get away, but when I looked into his eyes, they held a look of disappointment. He was disappointed in me.
But why?
He really expected me to join his small pride of cowards and wimps? He was an idiot, wasn't he. But I was going to use that fact as an advantage. I stepped towards him slowly, cloak dragging a bit against the floor, and a grin on my face. It filled me with a giddy sensation when I saw him trapped there.
"I am prepared to offer you a truce." I lied. "A halt to the fighting between the two of us." I prepared my knife, hands out of sight. If he actually fell for it, I was going to laugh. "Nod for yes, and shake your head for no."
I watched as different emotions filled Moone's face, and I waited, impatient and ready to kill him. Then, he slowly nodded, and I laughed, trying to make it sound lighthearted. "Then let us mark this truce."
I pulled out my knife, and in an instant, my knife was at his throat. It looked kind of difficult to stab him with all that mane in the way, so I slashed it away, planning to keep it as a memento. Moone held fear in his eyes, which looked like human eyes all of a sudden. He thought that he could get me to spare him. He was wrong.
I slashed at Moone's throat, coating my blade in a thick red substance - blood. Then I slashed again, and again. I laughed as the blood covered the room, and as the life drained right out of Moone's eyes. I grinned and mocked him as he died, wanting him to know that he was hated and despised. I hated him, and he needed to die.
Then, he did. I took my bundles of Moone's bloodstained fur and stashed them away, though I was eyeing a more precious prize. I severed his head from his body, grinning as I imagined it hanging on a wall. If there was an afterlife that existed, you better believe that hanging his head on a wall would steal his pride right away. I marched out of the building, hearing shocked gasps and whispers from Moone's followers.
I got out quickly. It seemed everybody was afraid to fight me, after having killed their oh so precious leader. I scoffed. If they were truly strong, they could survive without him. Besides, they were better off without Moone anyways. I made my way back to camp, needing to gather my things before I left and went home. As I walked slowly, I enjoyed the scent of Moone's blood as if it were a candle.
