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JORMUNGAND

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No clue what was happening, but the smell of blood drew him in, an almost manic gleam causing his optics to turn bright. Okay, so Sojourn had slaughtered a tiger, who cares? Not like he was squeamish of blood or anything anyways. Plus, he had no ties with the Typhoon, so the entire thing could be eradicated for all he cared. "The skin's beautiful." He made a casual remark, completely ignoring the pregnant Aphra. Not when the bloodlust was haunting him, noo. He preferred to either kill, or be left alone to hurt himself enough to end it. He ran his tongue over his lips, watching the Kingpin lap the blood from her paws, sprawled on the floor. He had seen this scene somewhere before, performed it himself too.
His father had done it.
After killing his mother, Jormungand had done it too. He grinned fondly at the memory, flicking his tail before unsheathing his claws, kneading the dirt. "I'm a little tempted myself now, to go on a killing spree." He murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

#psychosocial.