Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140615080921/@comment-23371555-20140617154231

Shreds-Many-Prey had no idea whose voice was in his mind, but he saw the Dremora staring at a now dark sky. Without a second's hesitation, he yelled "Attack! in the wolf tongue and charged at the Dremora like a sea of fear itself.  Trying to not succumb to the Blood Rage, he began counting his and his pack's kills.  Ten...Twenty...Thirty...Thirty-five.  "Stop!" he commanded his wolves.  "The last kill is mine!"  He fired an arrow straight at the last Dremora's eye socket.  Too late, he realized his mistake.  The last Dremora died, the Dark Anchor fell, and Shreds-Many-Prey lost all focus.  Red lined his vision and complex thoughts ceased.  Before the Blood Rage took him, he sent a message to the voice in his head: "Warn the others!"  Then he howled at the sky and his wolves did likewise.  That is, until he started killing them.