The feline stood up once more, his paws reaching out and drawing on the souls alive, dead and unborn, and slowly wove the souls into a torc that fit around his neck. On the front, near his heart stood two dragons, clashing in combat. The one was copper and the other black, their colors vivid and true. He stood there, silently tasting the newfound taste in his muzzle, savoring it and licking his chops as he did so. "Why do you stand there.... what is it that you wish?"