There was a struggle, and he just pushed his head down to keep the gigantic bird pinned. Knocked sideways by a stray wing, he swiveled and felt beak tear into his cheek. The man didn't let go, he was so close and with a sickening crunch, the throat was broken, jugular pierced. Louie waited, waited for the confirmation it was over and when it was, he fell backwards onto his haunches and exhaled. Then he started trembling. His whole body began to ripple and vibrate as the panic began to set in. A first kill in which he was no longer indirectly responsible.

It was his jaws that had broken through and ended the life of another.

Short ragged breathing, he looked on repulsed at the corpse he had created stumbling backwards into the wall. "This is not real". Only now did the pain from the various scratches around his body began to set in. Everything that had transpired within a matter of moments was too much for him to process. It took a while, as he sat shaking and sweating against the wall, to calm down. To slow his breathing back to its normal state. A panic attack averted is what it was. "If I'm to become stronger, I need to get used to feeling the lives of others end by my paw." This was obviously just beginner's nerves.

Yeah.
Beginner's nerves.

By the time he came back to his senses, the body of Temere was cold and stiff. Quietly walking over, he began his search for the life force of all the gembounds. As his paws scoured through the feathers, he came up with nothing and he grimaced. Hell. It was an internal gem. With that, Louie steeled himself as his jaws and teeth sank into the soft belly of the bird. Warm blood from deep within ran over his tongue and the hunger set in. No shame, he began to eat the corpse of the murdered in his quest to find that fucking stone.

Breast meat was the most tender, and in stripping it of its flesh revealed the obsidian breast bone. Black as night, setting his teeth around it he yanked hard dislodging it from the rest of the lightweight skeleton. Covered head to toe in blood, he carried his prize away from the bird. He was done with that now. It was over. Setting it down, Louie pressed his nose up against it.

"My salvation in this world, you will rise. Born of death. You will eliminate any who stand in your path. Icarus." Feeling the warmth spread up from his stone, he watched as the breast bone glowed and became set with his essence. Immediately he picked it up in his mouth, with a final glance at the carnage he left behind he descended the steps.