MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
"HA!" His voice was shrill, higher-pitched than his brother's might've been, as he launched from the high platform onto the old and brittle rat skull below. It crumpled under his paws with hardly a sound and he huffed as the rest of his body caught up, slapping hind paws against stone with a mild sting. "...dang it." He hadn't meant to crush it like that.
Shaking the bone-meal from his paws, Carni stood back up and righted his posture. A Prince didn't slouch, after all.
Indeed, a Prince was proper and respectable at all times. Beloved by all. Hated by none. He'd be sure to prove himself, even if his half-brother had zero interest in such affairs. Why, he'd never understand. Azazel was a good father, and a good king. As far as the albino hybrid was concerned, the Bone-Eater could do no wrong.
Nor anyone he'd ever met, of course. Everyone did things their own way, but no way was the wrong way.
Still, there was a difference between Wrong and Ineffective. His hunting technique was, admittedly, flawed. He'd have to work ever harder to refine it. Determined to succeed, the youth turned back to the cliffs he'd sat upon moments ago and once again began his climb upward. He'd done this a dozen times today, but this time was for sure. This time, he'd get it right. He was certain of it.