———— SHEOGORATH ————
WHEN THE DEVIL IS TOO BUSY THEY CALL ON ME BY NAME YOU SEE.
The image of Caledon laying in his own blood twisted the thoughts of a looming monster, the strong tyrant dead, a corpse at his large, broad paws, scarlet seeping from parted jaws to form strands of maroon across the grit of the dark pavement. Sheogorath wasn't certain who had done it, who had committed such a lethal crime, but he knew he felt the sudden desire to kill because of it, and what better place to hunt then on RiverClan's land? Perhaps he'd find Nightstar again, and take the rest of her lives in one, flesh piercing instant of dread. Rage flickered within blistering eyes of molten gold, volcanic gems scanning the reeds of the pebbled shoreline as he emerged from the river, his thick tabby fur slick with water. Reinforced weaponry carved into the sand, grating against the stones hidden underneath as he felt the heat of his anger flow through bubbling red veins. The afternoon sunlight ignited his figure as it struck his muscular form, sleek wet coat shining beneath the golden rays that bathed the feline entity as he traveled deeper into RiverClan territory.