(305) Can end it here if want! OOCly assume they dragged the corpse back to D'Neville for whatever, got treated for woundses? o:
Myrika is by Sie!
Blood was the only thing Myrika could smell anymore -- that and fear. Her own, maybe a bit of Vesper's, and now even the big wolf's, as Vesper leaned inward to face him and demand he yield to her. The pale blues of her Optio focused on Myrika for a minute, and the mahogany-haired woman dissented with a shake of her head, though she did not know whether this was to the man's life or the question of yielding. Turquoise eyes remained fixed on the entangled pair, wolf and coyote, as Vesper made the final stroke. She could not look away, she would not. Her mouth set in a thin line as the wolf's life ebbed from him, but there was no sympathy in her -- only relief.
The Praetorian looked to her mottled companion with that relief apparent on her face, though it twisted as the woman leaned forward to lick her wound, a flash outright desire coursing through Myrika with the pain and pleasure of the touch against her wound. She hoped she'd concealed it, for it had been strange even to her -- desire should not accompany death, after all. Instead, Myri stood and shook her head clear of all thoughts, focusing instead on the task at hand. She was suddenly exhausted, and wanted only to curl up and sleep in her home. Vesper was right, however -- Ithiel.
The mahogany-haired woman lingered a moment longer than Vesper, turquoise eyes on the fallen wolf. They moved over the ground to her staff, and she moved over toward the weapon, favoring her leg. There was something else in the grass a few feet away -- something shiny, and wet with redness. The hybrid leaned over this, too, and picked it up, carrying weapon in both hands as she walked after her Optio.
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