My illustration for Ch 14 of Caged in silver and iron by @allionne
…Will hesitates and looks at his knife for a moment and then he shakes his head and pushes his hands into the skull, feeling the bones under his hands. He breathes in deeply and then lets the antlers grow, vicious dark tendrils piercing through reality, entwining with the need to maul, to tear, the taste of copper on his tongue.
It takes time.
Will lets the hits rain down, his mind in an almost meditative red haze, the teeth catching again and again, bits of flesh and skin and cloth flying away, droplets of red raining down around him him. He tugs and pulls with the teeth, the splintering of bone loud in the air, dampened somehow with the snowflakes, drifting to the ground beside him. Will raises his face to the sky when he can see the heart of the man he stabbed, the whole upper body a mess, his knife marks long gone in tears and rends. He fires the rifle with the mans cold hands pressed to the trigger, dropping it close to the man.