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Her jaws closed about the dead creature, her teeth nimbly pinching the skin as she pulled away the fur that stood between her and the meat. And the skin pulled away with ease, as if it, too, were a mere illusion. The flesh beneath was still hot with the life that had just been taken, and as the rabbit relinquished itself to the invitation of those hungering jaws, the rain seemed to pause. The white orbs moved from the meal before her to the heavens above, considering the song of rain that had momentarily ended. Change was always around the corner, the Warrior mused, just as it had been for the rabbit. Just as it would be for her. Such thoughts flittered through her mind, whispering with voiceless sounds to her mind’s ear as the Raven Warrior took another bite. Her father was dead, but the spirits of the earth were never gone. Despite what he had thought, Corvus Vendetta had been and still was a spirit of the earth. The Warrior wondered what that would mean for her.
A soft movement and a quivering, young voice caused the woad-bound ears to swivel. The voice was young and simple, but it was often the simplest things that were beautiful. A pink tongue licked the blood from her jaws before the white orbs turned to acknowledge the small creature. The Warrior beheld a pup, the colours of black and white. The pattern was not immediately familiar to her, although the colours, or lack thereof, hinted at lineage. The eyes, however, were a feminine shade of pink that she had never quite seen before. A quiet smile seemed to dance within the white orbs, although the Warrior’s face remained tranquilly unmoved. “Such kind words,” the alto melody sang at length, the Caledonian lilt dancing upon the damp air. Beauty was a thing that she saw differently. The black fae wondered of what sort of beauty the young girl spoke, but she did not ask. A compliment had been given and not meant to be questioned.
Although the black fae had children of her own, she was still not as adept as others in the interactions with the young. With her own, she felt comfortable, perhaps because she had nurtured them from the time they had formed within her womb. But with the young of others, she continued to struggle. The silence was permitted to ensue as the white orbs considered the young creature. The woad-banded auds, however, continued to listen to the songs that sang within the quiet world, and to her own song too. Slowly, she could begin to hear the small sound of the pup’s song. “Are you hungry?” Fluidly, the black Warrior’s legs lifted her body in a sitting position. A quiet, almost imperceptible smile moved across her black lips. “I’m willing to share my kill if you are hungry.”
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