[ I'm sorry he's being quite rude. xP Anyway, err.. as for damage, that's only if you want to play the Helovia Hard Mode? ^^ ]

His heart was a ticking time bomb. Each beat pounded more blood through ice-lined veins, a reverberation through his bones—a drum beat in his ears. White breath smoked out from widened nostrils. He couldn't deny that he was tempted. He couldn't deny that the newly-awakened beast inside sniffed in her direction, for a whiff of blood, and wanted to bare its icy fangs, only to place them around her throat. It was a hunger, a yearning, to just let go and let the darkness in.. and out. The fact that she agreed with him did little soothe his mounting anger; so what if she admitted to being stupid? Black muzzle stretched forward slightly, jaws half-open, trembling.

There'd been a time when this hadn't been so hard. When the cold, cold beast hadn't been so close to the surface. There had also been a time when he would've given in without question. They were, after all, alone. And she had wings.

A good place for a kill. Just shove the corpse into the fires, and no one would ever know what had happened to her. A clean kill, the perfect murder—not like Torasin, leaving a body for all the world to find.

She finally seemed to notice that he was on the verge of losing it, balancing upon the knife's edge; a dead-drop on one side, and safety on the other. As the wounded mare backed, Mauja was drawn a step forward, unwilling to let her escape, or lower the tension in the air. Back-lit and with cold eyes he advanced, an edge to his step—the wolf on the prowl, a hunter again.

Spikes through hearts, chaos, and blood. Desperation.

The poor idiot was nearly screaming, voice trembling despite her valiance. The ground around him kept crackling; the world seemed darker than it had moments ago, the blood-red of the dusk fading into navy. "You should learn to think, then," he growled. The words felt thick in his throat and mouth, foreign somehow—why waste breath on words when he could simply..attack? No! He dragged the oddly lukewarm air in, tried to calm the forceful pounding of his frigid heart, but all he did was draw another menacing step closer. It was so temping to simply give in to the desire; it was part of him, was it not? He wanted to, didn't he?

So why do you resist? the darkness in his veins whispered.
He didn't have any good answer.