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Within him was the potential for cruelty, for he was a child of the Lord, and he had learned that God was cruel. The scars across his face proved this; the broken ribs that had since knitted together echoed this. Talitha’s rape screamed it. Once the son of God had believed in love, only to abandon this for the path of the axe. His heart had hardened.
The grin on his face turned him into a Cheshire cat made of blood and bone, a beast that was less than the wolves who walked about in clothing but more than what his ancestors had been. His whiskers curled. “Yours?” He echoed, pacing forward. Behind him his tail rose as a red and black flag of warning. “Oh come now, Halo, you hardly look like you need more. Your getting a bit pudgy, aren’t you?” A sneer, a yellow-eyed glare of disapproval—did she really think he wouldn’t notice?
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