The feline mourned the loss, but at the same time relished it. Two had now become one, one the host, the other devoured. Naught remained, no body, shattered by the frost. No soul, devoured by the blade and himself, then transformed into his own life's energy. As much as he hated himself, as much as he loved her now, she was the one that would ensure that he lived on, by acting as food for him, by being his soulprey...
He knew all too well that there was merely a single way to seperate him and her now.... to tear the link asunder. And that way, the only way, was to kill him and shatter his blade. Those two held each a fragment of the precious soul, and even if it happened, damage was done already, a part was devoured already....