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The dark had fallen from the roof of the caves, and Purity idly paced through it all. He knew his intent, his mission- like a moth drawn to corruption, he would be the cause of demise. The corners of his eyes were filled with the sense of feet stamping in time with his own.

They encouraged this. They wanted friends, they wanted their numbers to grow. By the caves, he would do that, if they would give him their secrets. Yellowish teeth flashed in the dim, warm air of Canis. He had a life to kill.

Granted, it was a lesser life, but the plan he'd brought to fruition by the slab had given him such delight. He would kill, and consume what he needed, yes, but later- oh, later, he would bring the shadows their friends. He would abuse this situation to the fullest extent that he could.

His parted mouth took in the scent of rats- a few, by what he could detect. Guano hit his roof sharply not a moment later and his teeth clacked shut. They would do, if they'd built up such a colony to create that level of disgusting disturbances.

He stalked between rooms and pathways, curling and following the trail as soft whooshes of idly wings flapped around him. He was walking right into their den. Now, he just had to remain undetected as he strained his ears forward and traced outlines with his sight. A few had begun to idly notice him, slowly trying to decipher him for theirselves.

He wouldn't have long. There were a few laden with children, and if it weren't for the remains of their living quarters laying before his feet, perhaps the sweet scent of a mother's milk would be able to caress his nose.

He rocked back on his haunches as a wary few began to titter to each other. Surely they'd notice him, now? Good. Maybe he'd like the challenge.

His tail twitched, and he launched as the first screech rang out, claws spread just enough to brush the wingtips of those beginning to flee. Flesh hit under the bottom of his nails and he hissed with resounding energy. 'A strike.' With the beast being nearly larger than him- was it young?- he could only drag it down, the lesser itself in a pure panic as it struggled to force him off.

Panic fluttered in his chest- no. No, he refused to call it that. Adrenaline sounded better, and he huffed out as he struggled to pull his body down to pin the beast to the floor.

It fell with a 'whumpf', but not without Purity letting out his own squeal of pain when nicks of talons scraped at his chest. "You little-!" He cried and cringed away, the bat struggling to flap against the backboard of rock. "Fuck!" He stamped harder when its talons inevitably left a bleeding mark along his ribs. He could feel its dripping down his fur, feel his anger boiling at its edges.

"Fucking piece of shit!" And he shoved his claws at its throat, caterwauling in fury.

His mouth was already salivating at the thought of it, and he lunged in closer to snap down in its thick neck, looking to dig his teeth into the veins pulsing enticingly there.

He made a hold, yes, and when he was about to dig in more the beast reared back. He'd offset his weight too much. While he'd missed the points he was going for, the bat flapped furiously and raised to the air, dragging Purity along with it.

"Ohf fbuck!" He growled out as his tail left the ground, eyes wide as he dug in more to the panicking bat.

His mind screeched at him for his mistake, and he struggled to grip on the bat's ailing body to try biting true to the correct place, this time. "Fucking die!" He managed to cry out before lunging again.

He met his mark- still wrong, still poor, he mentally screamed, but he still bit down and bit and bit until he heard the sickening crunch and blood fell to his tongue.

And his prey began falling, too. Fuck. Fuck! He didn't account for this- his body twisted to try and land, but it was still attached to his claws, no matter how much he tried to yank his claws out. Curse his convenient weapons of choice!

He was the one to land on the stone below, the heavy body of the lesser falling in short order on him. Stars blipped into existence behind his eye sockets and he screamed at the pain. Fuck this! Kicking out, he struggled to get out from under the quarry, panting hard as his own blood left a dot on the bat's chest.

He huffed. 'Damn...' He didn't mean for a battle to ensue, but one had, and he felt his eyes closing as he sat to regain his breath.

Well, he had a meal for later, and fertilizer for entropy. Shaking from adrenaline still in his system, he turned his head down to lick over his chest and close the twin wounds scratched down the rubs there.

[ after this post, Purity will be going between here and the hole for corruption ]
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DAY 12
Corruption: SIXTEEN.

He'd been tracking this particular nest for days. The mice had come and gone, and their hoard stayed- gold glittered in its edges in the casing of an ancient thing. How gorgeous. But, he couldn't mess with it, lest they find out their stalker had come for a visit.

So, he waited outside its entrance, hidden by distance to watch for beings exiting. One had, soon enough, and it fled in short order from its claim to find new shinies. It wouldn't be finding any more for its lifetime.

He'd pinned it in short order, snapped its neck and beat it until it was dead. Good work, Purity- he'd take just enough to feast, then he'd leave it to rot.

When he came back to it, what was left of its body had become slick with oil, a puddle under its form available for the eating. All for him- only for him, and damned be the other mice who watched in horror from their hole.

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DAY 13

And he returned once more, mouth parted slightly to scent the area around him. He had more prey to find and hunt.

A snap turned his head, and he crouched through instinct, tail swaying. What was there? Was it small enough to tackle? Whether it was or not, he prepared to spring for it, claws out and jaw open.

He collided with nothing but rock, his face pushing into his neck with a yowl of discomfort. Whatever he was tracking had noticed him through this- fuck! Whipping around with his body curling up, he stared down the sight of a puffed up frilled chaser. "The fuck ar- GAH!" He'd started taunting until it attacked his bloodied nose, small teeth latching onto his muzzle.

Corruption: TWENTY-ONE.

"FUCKER!" He spit on the lizard's belly as he dragged his claws upwards, struggling to pull the thing off. His nails hooked and it was like some other force had taken over him- the fucking thing- did they ever have teeth that sharp before?!

Spitting, he ripped not just the lizard from his face but a sizable chunk of fur, the bridge of his nose bleeding furiously more than his bent nose before. "Fucking piece of shit!" He spat over it when he slammed its head back against the ground, thoughtless destruction driving him to tear his claws straight down its gut. "Die!" Blood spilled from the lizard's opening cavity and he hissed furiously at seeing it. M̸o̶r̶e̴- M̷̧͓̳̈́̂̏O̴̗͓̦͌̾̓̚R̵̪̳͍̐Ȅ̴͉̺͊!̸̭̰͔́̀͂

His eyes refocused as the lesser's flesh lay twitching before him, not much more than just a pool of red splattering against bone and flesh. 'Fuck.' He panted, curling back from the mess he'd made- disgusting, disgusting mess, and shook his head.

He... He needed time to himself.


He'd come back later, part-way through the thing's rot to help clean, wiping away his mistake and ingesting more of the black that tainted his mind. What had come over him..? Why- Why did he do that?

The whispers laughed in his mind at that.

[ honestly what the fuck ]

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DAY 17
Corruption: TWENTY-SIX.

He'd decided to take it easy this time. There were always pickings for him to find, after all, and always beings to drag it away from. The corpse of a rat had laid bare for the world to see while its mice cousins feasted around the black, leaving the ooze to waste away on the ground. Easy. Drawing himself up, Purity leapt forward with a furious yowl, batting into the air to get the creatures away from his meal.

Sure, he hadn't been the one to bring it down, but he could always take advantage of this.

The mice were many, though, and they refused to budge even has he charged through. A hiss ran from his mouth as he clawed into the rat- but they'd begun to retaliate. "Assholes!" He cried and batted uselessly in front of an offending, squeaking mouse, clawing into a piece of rat and dashing away before any could follow.

He ate the small piece he'd been rewarded with and licked the black from his paw, cleaning it effortlessly without a single mind to the staining rot littering onto his tongue.

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DAY 19
Corruption: THIRTY-ONE.

Purity is now Corrupted.

Well, a cat always needed to hunt, yes, but sometime they just got lucky streaks. This though, uh...

He raised his paw as it scooped up some of the goop of the rotting corpse in front of him. What did this even use to be? His nose crinkled as he sniffed at it, smelling nothing but the overpowering rot.

Gross, but a ghost of an idea shoved his muzzle forward, driving his hungry body to feast on the goop, lapping it up with a brief recoil here and there. What, was he a child? He could handle this. For the altar.

Still didn't mean it wasn't nasty, though.

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