Glaring across the fiery pit of strangled agony, feasting his eyes on what was stolen from him so swiftly and without concern for the consequences. His pupils engulfed, his irises set on a rolling boil. Waiting to emerge with the bloodlust he could feel ever so gently floating to the surface. One pair of an inhale, exhale, back up and the sensation of flight rushing across his salt-encrusted face.
Laugh, laugh, laugh. They certainly will be once I've had my share of breaths. Feet thump to the ground and eyes bulge like kernels in the microwave. Bound--