rule over death - open; new body

This flesh was not enough to satisfy, but it quelled the threat. It stopped something and that was what mattered to him. His tongue slipped from his jaws, licking the blood and viscera from his jaws. Saliva thick before the suddenly shouting began and yet there was no movement from him as he listened save for the movement of rounded ears. And then slowly the beast turned to lock gaze upon the icy feline. A smile pulled at the lips of the other and he hummed softly, claws tapping against the ground. Like an itch he couldn't quite reach. When he was done the large white monster couldn't help the amused laughter that left his throat. "Oh I dare. I've been daring all my life, Brutei. And it never stops being interesting." His voice was smooth, almost silky as he rumbled out the words before he glanced down to the body that used to be him.

It was nothing more than a sack of undead flesh. So why bother? Why care? Did not some wish nothing more than for his own death? To he rid of him. Surely this was true. "Don't care so much about a dead corpse. It's unfitting truly. Not like in life it was any different."