Bleh another long one-631
Ears pivoted on his head as the sound of an approaching wolf, any other day a snarl would be issued as the behemoth would have stood telling the other to piss off but no, not to today. Today the Reaper wanted blood, wanted healing that only the sweet release of someone’s last breathe gave him. Was he truly addicted to the craft? Something in the back of his mind screamed yes, but for now only a grin filled his muzzle still back turned to the approaching trespasser. What madness had filled him only some all knowing being would tell but for the moment he could almost taste the smell of their blood on the wind, and it was a deep inhale of that scent that jolted his mind back to reality as the familiarity of it brought him to his senses. Layla had… had she been watching him? Shaking the memories from his head he turned to see her standing over him and spitting out words in again a motherly tone with him. Again he wanted to grab her throat and rip out those vocal cords for uttering to him in such a fashion but as always he reeled himself back in. Mental practice told him it was just his mind going wild with memories, a way to cope with the immeasurable sadness of taking life had on a soul. No it was a double edged sword, sometimes he wondered what madness drove him to live this life but today as he stared up at her with cold blue eyes he wondered just what the hell this women was doing here. Just like that idiot of a lover he once knew, what madness drove them to step out of the shadows and into a death scene only to be surprised when the warrior acted in auto pilot to some perceived threat. Honestly Saluce didn’t listen to her words knowing exactly what the chiding was about, knowing all too well it seemed they never truly understood what he was. He could only dress up as a sheep so long before his fangs shown through the elaborate peace time costume, the façade could only be kept up so long before ultimately they discovered just how far down the rabbit hole he went.
Grabbing a hold of the sword lying next to him he forced it into the ground, using it as a makeshift cane to stand up with. No he would not expose to her just how much his healing leg bothered him, the pain he didn’t care about, not being able to move as he once did though angered him, festered within him and drove a long studded stake into his belly. For the behemoth it was time to start conditioning, for him it was time to turn that weakness back into a strength and as his eyes moved across to Layla and her cute face he was also reminded of the other feelings he had be unable to cope with yet.
“Morning Layla” the wolf spoke, quietly he wasn’t sure how to address her but still his face hinted at the fact that not all was lost within him. Her soft demeanor still held sway over his brutish form, and maybe that thought wasn’t so bad. The urge to settle down had struck him since coming here but again he wondered if that two was an evolution of the mask he wore to be accepted in peace time. As he addressed her he didn’t feel the need to respond to her comment, hoping that at least she would know enough not to broach it. “What brings you here” the tones escaped his lips once again as he moved closer to her, head cocking to the side in a wolfish manner.
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