Tana tilts his head slightly, a spark of surprise, perhaps bemusement in his eyes. His lips curled into a slight grim smile. "We have much in common then. My home was overrun by savage unthinking beasts, Rig tells a similar story of a sickness that brought madness to this city. Perhaps there is a connection, I did not know of a sickness in my homeland, but that is not my area of knowledge, nor did I stay long afterward."
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From one of the few intact rooftops nearby, a pair of wide yellow eyes in a black-furred face watched the creatures below. Hungry, so hungry. But hunger did not drive him entirely, even in madness he disliked the taste of those who shared his fur, if for no other reason than that fish and fowl were sweeter.
It was the sound, the sweet, maddening sounds that came from the throats of those things. They tormented him with pain and lost memories, days when bright sun did not hurt and he felt the caress of a gentle paw. Meaningless things, yet they that hurt worse than wounds and cold, it was a hunger no meat or plant could fill.
He had crept here unseen and in utter silence, and in silence he tensed his muscles, drawing his legs beneath him, and sprang with claws extended for the kill...