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Halo had surely never been as small as this little thing. The corners of her mouth twisted slightly at the ridiculous thought, but it seemed such a long time ago, and her childhood had been spent far from the skull bordered lands of the Inferni clan. Pale palms rose to support sweetly curved hips as she looked the child over, naturally wondering which of the clan’s members allowed their young to waddle around on their own. The Centurion remembered the last child of Inferni well, and in the end he had turned into a cold, reeking corpse by the Inferni’s own borders.
Oversized ears flicked at the childish voice greeting her with an answer—and then she had to concentrate keeping the lines on her face stern as she saw a frown stretch across the young one’s face. Perhaps the adult knew it then; who this little girl possibly belonged to. There was another frowner within these lands. ”I believe you mean a mansion.” the woman corrected, her voice sharper than she had intended as it rushed against the pleasant July air. Blood eyes seemed merciless, but a child of Inferni would always be safe in the she-warrior’s presence. Relatively safe.
”Where are your parents?” It was a command, not a question. While this girl was well within Inferni territory, the Forest of Nod clung to the borders. Wolves did not always know their place, and Halo didn’t want to see such a young child stalking about on her own.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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