OOC: Here's a good look into Slypher's villainous side.
The foul scent of death was in the air, intensified by the blood boiling, dehydrating heat of the relentless, hated desert. A hellish, fiery gaze was focused upon the corpse, blank, drawn over by a glass shroud, though no clouds were reflected there, and so, while quite unbelievable at first sight, the creature was still very much alive, albeit empty, his body nothing but a shell, harboring some great, demonic evil, with the only wish being to destroy the entirety of the world, and everything in it. Such cruelty. Twisted thoughts rang throughout his mind, tangled in a ghastly black web of murderous, nihilistic images, of annihilation, and the joy that would bring him, and the peace that would flood the universe at the single idea that reality should no longer exist.
Such savagery. So unfair. Nothing...but evil. True reality...no true happiness. The stark truth...set before me. Why no other? With his mind fragmented in it's processing, something only the Maine Coon had any coherence of, a dust flinging gale rustled his fur, stirring the sand into the air. But the beast was undisturbed, in his eerie quest to stare down at the carcass, freshly killed, mangled, torn, utterly ravaged.
I was merciful. I am the hero. I care like no other. I know of the illusion that most seek, joy, peace, love. Fools! Idiots! Blinded slaves of fairytales! His ashen pelt was splattered, painted in splotches of warm crimson, fresh blood, staining his claws, and his teeth, lining his gums, drawing a red show of amusement across his face that simply should not exist, and there was an iniquity, a vile, grim emotion residing in the shadowy cavern of his chest, and a detestation glittered within the villain's eyes, of his wicked, nefarious behavior. But it was necessary, all of it, the most odious, heinous of crimes, so terrible, so malevolent, all had a purpose, dark and sinister, tainted, tangled, and demented. But his beliefs were so much better than those of others. He saw the world with a clarity others fled from.
Why? Why, why, why, why, of all the beasts in the world, all the demons, why me? Why couldn't I just play pretend like the rest? Live a lie? His feline nails curled into the burning, golden grit, and it parted before the weapons like fluid, though it was nothing compared to the sluggish liquid that was still draining from the dead trespasser's lethal wounds. In the body, he saw his father. They looked so similar. And their was an odd beauty possessing the other, lifeless cat. His eyes had contracted a brilliant, gem like appearance, reflecting the world so precisely. It appeared as if he would be frozen, as if in the frigid embrace of ice, in such a perfect condition, emanating such beauty to draw the fascination from the tom. Gently, with a probing limb, Slypher poked at the body, and it's stiffness was something marvelous.
Here is a statue, with the recognition of real life drawn across his face, forever frozen there. A warning to others, though most are to blind to see it. How perfect. How wonderful. He took a moment of pride for the scene. Not only had he saved...protected the soul in front of him from facing further cruelty from life, perhaps like the loss of his family, as Slypher had endured, but he had also opened his eyes, in that they would never, quite literally, close again. It was a glorious achievement. But the bright feeling didn't last long. No, it faded to some forgotten oblivion, replaced with the depression of his knowledge. Slypher's claws tore into the body, drawing deep carvings into the flesh as he gave a shrill cry of anguish. Oh world! Why me? The BloodClanner questioned his fate again, but with his realization, his destiny became maliciously clear, and it hit him like a bullet, with the force to make him cringe in the agony of his corrupt soul being ripped apart by the devil himself, cruel fingers ascending from hell to torment the pathetic creature.
You are all a cancer. Came his thought of recognition, and he attacked all the world's inhabitants with the idea. His fiery gaze narrowed into one of rage, of hatred, and of terrible intentions. Spreading your lies. Your foolish ideas! Your....cruelty. Hatred and [i]evil spreads like a wildfire from one to the other, slowly withering your souls...I've had enough.[/I] A growl was torn from his throat, as a dark scowl settled over his features to envelop him with an emotionless, eerie visage. A final light of understanding, and of decision sparked within his eyes. It's time to cut out the disease. Because the only way...to truly restore peace to this universe...is to destroy the reality of it. [i]Eradicate the plague you've all become.[/I] Turning his back on the carcass in a decisive and cruel gesture, Slypher began to head back to camp through the desert with a silent vow echoing from within his mind.
From this moment on...[i]none of you are safe...[/i] And with BloodClan at his side, any that would challenge him would meet a swift death at his claws.
