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White daggers glinted dangerously behind parted lips, but they weren’t hungry with madness anymore. His heart was young and unused to darker forces. Thoughts managed to travel around the newly erupted hole in his conscience, and the one before him was all he needed. And her words soothed the undeveloped beast, and the storm in his eyes returned to gentle overcast. Ears stretched forward, hungry for his sister’s lovely tones. Pandemic leaned against his sister, a smile settling on his dark face as her words replayed in his conscience.
He believed her, as he knew she would believe him. ”I’ll always love you, Salvia,” his whisper returned, thunder replaced with a soft breath. Pan’s heart would no longer beat for Wretch. His mother had seen the truth, as had Salvia. He too would turn his eyes forward and continue on without her. The sensation in his body did not fade as his mind found ease though, but silent joy was what followed as he understood what this could be. He smiled against the softness of Saliva’s pelt as his body slowly began its first shift. Now they would be the same again, the two of them.
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