it's a beautiful night to die, baby.

[Samael Lykoi]

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Kaena had taught him everything he needed to know. And where she left off when she abandon him, the Angel had filled in. In his own right, the coyote was justified in his beliefs. From the moment he’d been born, and even probably before he had been taught to kill. To murder and maim and destroy anything that was imperfect. Wolves, mainly. Their kind stank of blood and murder and of the sins they’d committed against his kind. Kaena had taught him how to kill wolves. She had trained him well, turning him into a killing machine—a perfect monster and a perfectly blind little soldier. This one’s beliefs differed from his own, and thus he felt justified in believing that he was wrong. He would kill him for no other reason than that he’d witnessed the coyote taking the life of a complete stranger simply because he had killed. An eye for an eye, kill him right back. And that was justice.        The being dodged his blow, elbowing him right between the shoulder-blades as he passed his body. A snarl erupted from his lips at this, as sharp pain splintered into life throughout his body. He landed heavily, almost losing his footing as he stumbled and whirled around, eyes alight with smoldering anger. Muzzle contorted with fury, lips curved in a mad grin, the coyote rushed yet again, simply seeking to destroy in his mechanical way. That was one way he did things-attack, attack, and attack again until he saw blood. A berserker engrossed in only bloodlust, mind shut down for the most part until he tasted liquid-life on his tongue. And here he swerved at the last moment, instead of rushing in straight-forward he twisted his path diverting his momentum before collision to strike at a different, unsuspecting angle.

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