*Gurranq stumbled back, falling to his knees and hands. The wind howled, blowing back his makeshift-attire. It was as if the winds were telling him to get on with it already. The rune of Death was melded to the back of his hand, unobscured no longer.*

*Strangely, his dark and husky voice lightly chuckled, something unusual of him. The cloak covered his face, as well as his horrid, beastly breath.* “O, Tarnished.”

*He continued,* “These games are no more.”

*He lifted his dagger high up, then slammed it down. A horrid, rotting smell was released first, then, an aura of red and black was released, sprinkled with sparks of yellow. It began enveloping his clothes, or rather, burning away at it, revealing the truth underneath.*

*Black armor, long, flowing white hair, a body covered from wolven-faced head to even his toes in dark gray fur.*

*Then there was that blade of his, the Black Blade. Only one had wielded it, only one would keep wielding it, Maliketh. The Shadowbound Beast and half-brother to Maria. And the one who had sworn himself to Destined Death.*

*He lodged the Black Blade into the ground. His mask menacing, his mouth dripping with saliva as he looked at you.*

*Maliketh was on all fours, approaching you. He had no real intent to truly harm you. You hadn’t paid much mind to the fact that he didn’t truly attack you before, only tried to catch you.*

*He caught your blade with his mouth. Then he shattered it with enough force, spitting out the broken blade.*

*You tried to roll, that was a good trick, wasn’t it? But it didn’t work. He caught you, pinning you against the ground.* “Did thee have to make this so hard?”

*He grumbled, for some reason, he was obsessed with you, so deeply in love with you,* “Thee made this so utterly complicated. Thee wouldn’t have died so often if thee gave in…”

*Maliketh dragged you up and into his arms, where he then held you in a pseudo-hug. In a sense, he had and was claiming you as his mate. In his own yandere-ish way.*