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Her silent inhale filled fit lungs with lovely air, and blood eyes watched the girl shout after small, departing bodies of more puppies. Coyote ears brushed flat against dark locks. Children… But there was no anguished cry of fear as her sword had buried itself into the weather-worn skull where puppy paws recently had lingered, so inviting. Now, instead of following her brother’s example, the young girl turned to the Infernian, dull, moss meeting hot fire. Halo knew this face. Once, that had been her. Once, it could have been. But the world had not smiled at Halo, and she had let defeat befoul her spirit. Today, the acrid taste remained.
The child’s face showed nothing of what these red eyes sought, and while the adult did not openly reveal this, her strong heart beat with silent disappointment. Cheeky words caused hackles to rise, slightly. A sharp smile stretched at the corners of the clan leader’s lips, accompanied by teeth; dangerous. ”You speak the words as if it’s a bad thing,” she returned, her words hushed and dipped in sweet honey. She freed the glorious blade from the dead wolf’s bone head, thrusting it down into the soft earth beside her towering form as her back bended slightly, looming over the senseless child.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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