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Lovely.
Fingers fondled the sharpened bone, whose colours varied between splendid white and weak red. Up until quite recently it had been part of a wolf’s front leg, but Halo was quite fond of working with leather and bone. Why let the body decompose and rot when there were so many useful parts. Thought it was the bones she desired most. The dull end of the sharp bone was attached to a lengthy, wooden stick and currently represented a simple spear. Good enough for now, she decided, a smile resting on dark lips in a face that the vast majority of canine civilizations would describe as beautiful.
She had walked past the well-marked borders of the clan and into the Sunflower Sunsets, aiming for the lake that rested between Inferni and the younger Salsola pack. It did happen that her thoughts touched the memory of the handsome King of thorns, but she had not seen him again. There had been much wolf in him, but he wasn’t of a pure breed. Perhaps a little bit like her, even. His memory was an intriguing one, though she would never go and seek him out on purpose.
There was no need for her darling katana as long as she wielded this. It was made to pierce fish, but Halo knew ways to make this object much more dangerous. She was one of Inferni’s most lethal forces, and she had little reason to fear. The clan’s territory was not on too great of a distance. The silk she usually kept tied around her feminine waist had been left in the mansion once again, for there was no need to get such a pristine piece of art wet.
The Triarii walked into the cool water until it reached halfway up her slender thighs. The spear of bone and wood rested in both hands, unmoving until she required its use.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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