Perhaps it disappointed him to feel nothing as the life leaked out of the dark golden canine before him. Blonde ears sharply swivelled at the last sound created by the dying man, and eyes narrowed to consider the glossy, pinkish moisture running down the dark woman’s cheek. Did they know of each other then? He was not curious enough to ask, for this was a closing chapter. His father was dead and he would go on in life with his hands maroon, so freshly red. The boy’s took one step back as he withdrew the blade with a soft thud. It seemed to require more muscle to remove it than it had been when he stabbed. Strange.
The sword’s now scarlet appearance was beautiful to him, but his focus decided to linger on the strange woman. He watched her tongue swipe across the area where the male wolf had spat, and felt an edgy amount of ice settle in the pits of his stomach. He would have turned to leave the pathetic scene immediately had he not been so intrigued by the wolfess’ act. He had seen repulsion and he had seen glee, but he had never seen the strange currents moving in the surface of her coal tainted face. Who was this woman? Taking another step away from the dead and the living, he moved into the role of a spectator without anticipation.
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