[By now words are beyond him and he's too busy chuckling with dark amusement at the pain and torment. His fingers curl against bone and flesh to grip and tear apart Ned's ribcage, leaving his innards open to the elements and his bones in sharp pieces scattered around in pools of red. His fun is only dulled by the sudden and excruciating back-lash. Where once he could focus on the torture of the man under him, now he was getting his shock and intense searing agony. He snarls and batters the man's skull on the ground under him in an attempt to make it stop.
Once.
Twice.
Three times before letting him go and stepping back off of his body. Another voice nearby catches his attention, pulse racing with the lust for blood and violence. He spreads his wings like the angel of death and with a strong flap he's left Ned's body to bleed out.]
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Once.
Twice.
Three times before letting him go and stepping back off of his body. Another voice nearby catches his attention, pulse racing with the lust for blood and violence. He spreads his wings like the angel of death and with a strong flap he's left Ned's body to bleed out.]