FlameSong

Her mind felt like a human-made ship being tossed around at sea. The tumult of emotions that the large obsidian beast broadcast to the alabaster female's mind was unhindered and uncensored: she had felt the raw need to slaughter any who opposed his Rider's domination over the whole of Alagaesia; the workings of black magic twisting his once innocent mind into a travesty of its purity. No creature -predator or prey; human, dwarf, elf, or dragon- should have felt the need to fulfill the dark desire of destroying life at the creature's own fangs or claws; to sever the flesh of one who did nothing wrong and offensive to wish for such a death. Sh