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She didn’t know this Sa’adat woman very well, and as was her trademark; nor did she wish to unless the other managed to display something worth acknowledging. Halo had lost the throne and was a mere subordinate again, though she was still the top warrior of the clan. The golden-red leader recognized as much. But status wasn’t enough for this Lykoi with the mark of chaos above her heart. It had taken too long to learn that she couldn’t depend on anyone but herself. Though now, when she finally had learned her lesson, the dragon had spread its wings and was ready to soar.
The colourful cloth that portrayed her inner beast had been left in the mansion before they had taken off. All she wore was the belt around her sweetly curved waist, the small, accompanying pouch and the darling blade resting against her slender, auburn back. Gabriel was gone, and though she would honour her promise, the world was dangerous for many as long as she strode about freely. The blood on her hands had been washed away many days ago, though in her mind, she could still taste the salt and fear. She wanted to be her father’s daughter. Samael was a psychopath if she had ever seen one, but he wasn’t as untouchable as he thought. She had taken something from him, and her future would be beautiful. Soon, all would see the mark of damnation, but for now, this lovely little secret belonged to her alone.
No sound escaped her form as the beautiful face blessed with ruby gaze nodded at her leader and headed off. Narrowed pupils noted it as her cousin shrugged off his bow, though quickly darted elsewhere. With the twin sword resting against her muscular back, she feared no evil. It wasn’t the intruders that should fear, she knew this.
Nostrils flared and ears rotated on the top of her royal head, though she quickly decided that the Aniwaya tribe seemed to be a bit sloppy. The breeze that caressed her face spoke of the presence of the tribe’s residents, though there was enough distance. It was with a tinge of annoyance she thought that the Aquila should have prepared them for this. Salty shores and old ashes followed the three and created a trail, and this could have easily been avoided. The woman had done her best to rub grass and flora into her fur on their way here, but it didn’t disguise her as well as she would have liked. This could end poorly, were they not careful. The outskirts of the lands wouldn’t help, and from experience, she assumed it would be more dangerous by the borders than it would be once they managed to slip deeper into the lands.
It didn’t take long before she decided to return to the man that had brought them into this odd, yet so intriguing mission. Ruby eyes lingered with the golden leader until she had established eye contact before she gave a sharp nod. The coast was clear, more or less, though it was only a matter of time, as always.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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