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"Onus," the alto melody repeated again, though this time she said the name with familiarity, perhaps even with a flicker of the emotion he invoked within her. But her mind turned away, knowing that she must take care of her business with Corvus Vendetta before she could allow herself to see him again. The white eyes looked up at the other. Mati was indeed the same girl about whom Onus had told her, which meant that it was not only an attack that had been made against her, but an attempted rape. "He was the one who told me about what had happened," the alto melody responded quietly. Her mind recalled a night that now seemed so distant, a night upon the fields of ice. There had been no one to save her, and Corvus had not been stopped. It was a relief that Onus had been there, but that did not mean that everything would be okay—the woman knew that well. "How...is she?" the woman asked quietly, unsure as to whether the girl’s mother would say, and not pushing her to tell. But her question referred to the mind, not the body.
The woman’s concern for those who had been hurt was reasonable. Cwmfen knew that there were friends between packs. It was strange, now that she thought of it, because there were actually very few people who she called ‘friend’. "Slaying the Dreamer," she named first, using his full name, "and Tokyo Chance." There was a slight pause. "Ril’o is the one that was killed, and a pup was there to witness it." There was a quiet, dark anger that bled into those last words. Ril’o deserved no death, but the child of the Morrigan believed in Fate. Perhaps that day Ril’o had been Fated to die, but if such a death had been Fated to warn her of what could happen should she refuse Corvus, the woman would be responsible. And the warrior had felt that she had failed the pack in some way because she had failed to protect them as their Warrior. And Catalyst would have that image of Death burned into her mind for the rest of her life.
The white orbs looked into those eyes like water. "Yes," the soft alto confirmed quietly. That was what this was all about. She had told Onus that she would seek him out. Whatever happened to her afterwards, she did not know. There was a quiet frustration within the warrior. She had grown considerably in her martial skills, but she did not think that it was to an extent that would allow her to defeat him in combat. She could have waited, but time was running against her. How long would it be until another would be slain by his jaws and through her passivity? The woman sat down slowly, noticing suddenly that the woman of Crimson Dreams had done so. A weariness passed over her, and the woman sighed. Onus had asked her not to seek him, but the woman had patience of Corvus no longer. "There is no other way. He will be stopped." It was a vow. Even if she died she would go. Life was the price she was willing to pay, and it was not too high.
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"Onus," the alto melody repeated again, though this time she said the name with familiarity, perhaps even with a flicker of the emotion he invoked within her. But her mind turned away, knowing that she must take care of her business with Corvus Vendetta before she could allow herself to see him again. The white eyes looked up at the other. Mati was indeed the same girl about whom Onus had told her, which meant that it was not only an attack that had been made against her, but an attempted rape. "He was the one who told me about what had happened," the alto melody responded quietly. Her mind recalled a night that now seemed so distant, a night upon the fields of ice. There had been no one to save her, and Corvus had not been stopped. It was a relief that Onus had been there, but that did not mean that everything would be okay—the woman knew that well. "How...is she?" the woman asked quietly, unsure as to whether the girl’s mother would say, and not pushing her to tell. But her question referred to the mind, not the body.
The woman’s concern for those who had been hurt was reasonable. Cwmfen knew that there were friends between packs. It was strange, now that she thought of it, because there were actually very few people who she called ‘friend’. "Slaying the Dreamer," she named first, using his full name, "and Tokyo Chance." There was a slight pause. "Ril’o is the one that was killed, and a pup was there to witness it." There was a quiet, dark anger that bled into those last words. Ril’o deserved no death, but the child of the Morrigan believed in Fate. Perhaps that day Ril’o had been Fated to die, but if such a death had been Fated to warn her of what could happen should she refuse Corvus, the woman would be responsible. And the warrior had felt that she had failed the pack in some way because she had failed to protect them as their Warrior. And Catalyst would have that image of Death burned into her mind for the rest of her life.
The white orbs looked into those eyes like water. "Yes," the soft alto confirmed quietly. That was what this was all about. She had told Onus that she would seek him out. Whatever happened to her afterwards, she did not know. There was a quiet frustration within the warrior. She had grown considerably in her martial skills, but she did not think that it was to an extent that would allow her to defeat him in combat. She could have waited, but time was running against her. How long would it be until another would be slain by his jaws and through her passivity? The woman sat down slowly, noticing suddenly that the woman of Crimson Dreams had done so. A weariness passed over her, and the woman sighed. Onus had asked her not to seek him, but the woman had patience of Corvus no longer. "There is no other way. He will be stopped." It was a vow. Even if she died she would go. Life was the price she was willing to pay, and it was not too high.