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Scarlet eyes twinkled with hostility as the dangerous, two-legged creature moved along the line that proudly announced the coyote-clan’s claim to the nearby world. The ring of a child’s warning call echoed within her head, and pristine teeth glinted with discontentment between dark lips. Halo was not aware of any game youngster’s played; she only knew that unwanted presence lingered by the borders. This clan’s Second in Command would have none of that. Friend and foe could remain outside these skull’s watchful, yet cruelly empty eyes.
The Lykoi woman’s eyes lashed across the sparsely forested area until they found what they were looking for, and would not stray once they locked on her target. Distance did not betray her eyes, and it was indeed a child. It mattered little if the young voice had belonged to this one, for red eyes narrowed with disapproval all the same. A pale cream painted hand reached for her best friend, and the soft hum of metal graced her turned back coyote ears as the sharp, lonely twin sword was unsheathed.
Her stride was quiet, yet swift, though the optime’s presence would probably be discovered before she reached the insolent canine. She could only hope that the child’s eyes wouldn’t sway in her direction. Auburn locks danced with the quickened breeze known to wander through the nearby coast, adding a touch of extra character to Halo’s wild, hostile demeanour as she moved in on the young soul. After some moments, the blade in her hand took a vertical leap, aiming for the skull, rocked by the child’s touch.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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