Purity licked his lips. He had been hunting in Canis for eons now, feasting on his quarries and consuming their blood, heeding the call of chaos that stroked his mind. Now, it was time for a mix-up, as he stalked forward on quiet legs.

The feline didn't liked Orion, not after the dragon attacks played across it and drove him out twice. Perhaps he could give it another try, though, and things didn't seem to be going bad, yet. His head drew up as the scent of mouse hit him. See. Not bad.

His body hunched. He was on the move, following the trail to a structure, squeezing into smaller cracks and weaving into a charred building. It wouldn't be a molemouse, would it? No, they didn't typically live in this area- and the jungle ones had nowhere to climb. His whiskers trembled in thought as he stalked forward, claws silently tapping on the stop beneath.

There. It was in sight. Eating something, it seemed, or admiring a scrap it held- whatever case, Purity leapt forward, bringing his claws down to kill the mouse. Sharpened points made contact with the squealing body, and Purity's jaws came down, nipping swiftly into the back of the neck with a crack.

Good. He licked his lips once more, tasting the blood that slipped from the mouse.

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Purity would stash the mouse and return later, hungry and rumbling, searching for the entropy he craved. And he'd found it, rotting with flies swirling in a small cloud above it. Good. Very good. He ate the meal whole, taking his time in front of the mouse's old home.

He had no use for its trinkets. He only desired its Oil.