The snake. It coiled around her ankle. He had noticed it moments after arriving by her side. It was a tender fresh wound, self-inflicted. He wondered why she had done it, what would cause her to mar herself in such a way. The stylized tattoo on her breast was elegant, the scar on her eye was not of her doing and neither was the small symbol on her shoulder. But this, she had done this to herself, marks dug into flesh with sharp instruments, slightly sloppy and grotesque. He could see her blood dried there, wet pink dermis revealed to the harsh air. He could hear her speaking, asking why he was there, complimenting his appearance, he hardly heard her, he was just focused on that wound.
A snarl came to his muzzle and he licked his curled upper lip before bending his black head down to her ankle to lick her wound. The taste of metallic blood hit his tongue and it caused his whole mouth to tingle; he had not tasted Luperci blood since the golden wolfess. His smooth, pink tongue moved up and down the snake, cleansing it. He did not know why he was so compelled to do this, why it angered him so. He was not angry at her, just angry in general, at the world. After a few moments he stopped, his features smoothing to stoic apathy once more. He sat on his sable haunches and looked at her.
What could he say to her now, after what he had been through? Part of him wanted to rage and another wanted to break down and cry in her lap. He took a deep breath and leaned towards her, rubbing his head against her shoulder affectionately. Despite his mood he was very glad to see her, she was as beautiful as he remembered, even more so now that she was sober and fully awake. Her fur was like a mink's in softness and as dark as a starless sky, he once again was mesmerized by her. Lucia… you are like a dark angel tonight. He looked up at her. He remembered their parting kiss, had it really been only a month ago? It seemed like he had been away from her for years. Why have you done this to yourself? He looked back down at the snake and his lip nearly curled again. What was it about it that angered him so?
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