WC:390 - He's calling for X'y
Saluce watched the woman for a moment, making sure she was well enough to continue. Charlemagne wasn’t happy about a foreign rider a top him but a fleeting glance with Saluce’s blues reaffirmed his riders choice. Sometimes he felt the horse to be to prideful to fulfill its true purpose, but it also reminded him that the horse really didn’t care one way or the other as to its purpose, just that he did what Saluce asked of him. The behemoth turned from her as she called for her horse and let out her hysterical calls for someone he didn’t know of.
His blues behold the image before him, the dead canine. It’s body a mangled mess, blood seemed to leak from his head while his damaged let loose a few more struggled beats before succumbing to death all together. Saluce had killed, had killed someone for the first time since coming to this land and now he felt as if all his mates work would be undone by his own actions. Saluce had killed in defense of innocent and against an act of deplorable evil, but yet it didn’t help him in the least. The bloodlust he normally felt after such an act was absent, that was the difference from the last time, but the guilt hung so more heavily than he would have imagined when his actions where called for. Deep down he knew there wouldn’t have been an another way, a stranger willing to go to the lengths he did to get what he wanted wouldn’t have stopped even if he had begged and tried to restrain. No he would have ended up in the same fashion but he might have been able to harm the woman more so if he hadn’t had acted.
His blues turned back to her and smiled a moment glad to see her doing well enough to be reunited with her horse, before he motioned for Charlemagne to follow him. His nose lifted to the sky and a long urgent howl filled the mountain regions calling for a certain woman whom he needed. Not only to help care for the wounded Selene, but to help heal him as well, for he had sinned and he needed her calm demeanor to help him come to terms with the animal that swelled out of him a few short moments ago.
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