Realization of dominance

    Closing on his freshest victim, blood dripping down his fangs and body, cyan aura surging wildly from one of his eyes he grins seeing terror in the eyes of defeated guard. Controlling his thirst for blood he speaks to the wounded soldier that would give away anything to escape this nightmare. But this is the hour of the ghosts and nightmares hold their ground.

    "It amuses me how each one of you keep on trying the same techniques and tactics. It shows you no longer develop as a force, you're nothing more than cannon fodder thrown in order to wear down your enemies. But I don't get tired, not when you keep on supplying me with necessary nutrition. But how are you supposed to learn from your mistakes when there is nopony left to tell about them? One by one you fall and gain nothing while I learn from every encounter. Knowledge is weapon and you have been disarmed. That is why you are still alive, still inhaling the scent of this forsaken castle into your lungs while others have been ripped open and denied that privilege long before reaching this chamber. Maybe I shall let you live and spread the word? Maybe this will shake your command and make it think for once? Result in a worthy opponent that could refine my combat skills?"

    Seeing a flash of hope in the eyes of the bleeding guard he could no longer control himself. It has been always his thing to build hope and tear it down a second later. It has been what he was known for even if he could no longer remember it. Letting the coppery taste of fresh blood electrify him he rushed at the enemy with jaws opened wide. Seeing his hope collapse and being replaced with terror stripped him of the rests of sanity that he managed to hold on to during the brief but brutal battle. His red eye fading into turquoise and his voice turning into a growl, beating with his wings strongly enough to shake the shattered window glass he speaks his last coherent thought. 

    "Maybe not!"

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Celebrating 101 watchers and 5k+ pageviews with a blood stained Thunder Blade. Thanks to all that contributed to those numbers, to all that took their time to stop and take a look at my stuff, sometimes deciding to keep an eye on me. You rock!

I may have gone a bit over the edge but it seems to work fine for him. Also tried few things I learned along the way like new wing style for one. Still lots of things to practice and learn but I like where I am now and that I most probably will develop further.
Speaking of Thunder I finally found a proper music theme for him: Behemot - Ora pro nobis lucifer Enjoy!