[hr]James Lockeheart, Luan Field, Couple Dozen feet in the air[/hr]

As the Eagle attempted to escape into the skies, James felt a surge of exhiliration enter his blood, smelling the beast's fear and panic with his finely tuned senses. This awakened the beast in him as it strained to break free of its cage. As he held on for dear life in order to resist the monstrous bird's bucking, he felt his breath grow more haggard as a dark force began to enter hus mind. Visions of ancient hunts and bloody feasts under the light of a black and red moon igniting his mind with primal urges. He hungered for the hunt, for the chase, and now, for the kill. He would not let this one escape his grasp, he would end it here and now . . . and to do that he needed to give into to his inner beast. Letting loose on final breath, he opened the gates. 

Like a stampeding horde, the waves of dark emotion and predatory instinct ripped throygh his body, tearing his body apart with maddening pain. Underneath hus helmet,,his eyes took on a savage glow as he suddenly charged up the beast's back, making his way up to it's head, where it once more tried to throw him, but his grip waa too tight as he brought up his free hand and sent down blow after visicious blow upon it's skull. Soon, his fist was coming away with it's blood and the beast flight pattern began to falter, the blows to the head taking there toll as it's end was in sight. But that wasn't enough for the beast . . . it wanted more than this paltry offering of blood. Working it's will through James, the beast thrust it's iron claws forward, the strength in which they struck brealing through the base of the creature's skull with a brutal crack. The Eagle gave an aguished cry that only seemed to grow as James began to break open it's skull, pulling it apart with a savage roar, distorted and haunting as it rolled across the valley. 

With one last push, the back end if the eagle's cranium burst open with a bloody squelch, bit's of grey matter flowing out asmit went careening to the ground. James quickly leaped off near the last second, landing with a harsh thud before he rose, his body shaking from the rush. His black armor was now dyed red with gore, adorned with feckled bits of the avian's gray matter here and there like dull pearl, glistening in the sunlight. And as James stood there, looking at his bloody form, the only thing he could manage was an uncertain laugh, straddling the edge between disturbed fear and dark insanity, it grew with each passing second, ringing louder and louder in his ears until he couldn't stand it anymore. His hands desperately clawed at his helmet, ripping it off and throwing it too the groind, the laughter still echoing bpth in his head and out his mouth. His gore-strewn hands tore at nis face and hair, painting it with the same red stain as he fell to the ground. His eye's were glowing, literally glowing red, and a dark blackness was suddenly rising from his body. It writhed and leaped in tune with his laughter, spreading further out to wreathe him in it's unholy embrace, framing his bent figure with a blackened ayra of corruption. Not only that, but it was spreading along the ground as well, killing the grass as it made it way across tne ground like an oozing pool of shadow. And throughout all of this, there was his laughter, a sound that sounded as if it were made from equal parts pain and pleasure. It was the laughter of the mad, and it seemed as if it would consume him, until suddenly, it stopped.

The darkness faded away as his form ceased it's erratic movement, resigning itself to the ground in a small heap of armor, flesh, and insanity. His eyes were still open, his gazed locked with that of his dead prey, it's golden gaze fixated on him. He'd been struggling to return the beast to it's cage, and it had stopped fightung the moment the creature had passed. It slunk back into it's hole, the cage doors shutting behind it. And yet, it smiled with contentment, for it had gotten it's kill, and even better, it had gotten it's slice of fear. For in the struggles, the thing that drove James so close to madness were memories returned to him of his life before. That was what the beast was, what it always would be, and what it would feed on as long as he was unaware of it. His memories, now forgotten again, were the key to uncovering it . . . and are now the key to mastering his new found power lay in taming the beast . . . in harnassing his pain into power for him to call on. But that is a mission for another day, for now, James is weak, the violent birth and use of his power draining him heavily of his energy. He could barely move right now, and in this case, it was probably for the better. Otherwise . . . he was unsure what he'd do, to himself or those around him.

[hider=Summary]
James kills Eagle in violent manner, goes a bit insane due to unlocking his ability, before his trance in madness ends with him falling face first onto the ground.[/hider]