The André Fontainé the girl used to know was dead. What she saw here, was someone so broken, so twisted and riled up within...Someone that she could fear. Could hate even. Long ago she had thought him so perfect, so sweet and protective. In those teenage times, Omni had believed them to grow old, grey, and happy together. That was a time when
those crimson eyes burned something warm, something soft. Not the unpredictable demonic glow they had as of recent. Blue eyes turned towards the soil, the coywolf told herself silently I'm going to die. Every inward breath sent a fury of fire starting at her diaphragm and up into her lungs. How long would it be before he became satisfied with her pain? Would it be when she took that last quivering fire breath? Omni shuddered as a dark hand found purchase on her thigh, quivering quietly. She wished to flip that arrogant palm away, it didn't belong anywhere near her scar.
By then, the mixed-breed wanted to die. Where her hair was so painfully ripped at, her cranium felt tender. Throbbing with hurt. Her hands caught her shakily as she was thrown back down, looking up under messy brown hair to see her mate, standing furious against her attacker. The woman heard the words, nasty and hurtful to her. She wanted to get away. And away she did. Omni didn't run for the trees, but pulled herself, scrambled towards the tawny feet belonging to Cinto. She stood behind him, shaking, dizzy and altogether disoriented. A pained, harsh whisper came from a reddish maw. "He's lying Cinto...It's him--" André never listened. Never heard her part of the tale. What was she to do? Run? But her ribs...She would be on the ground again before anything. Tears threatened to well up in her cerulean eyes, looking away from the dusky hybrid before them. There was not much to say, and the short hybrid was so close to sobbing, facing both former lover and current. "He's wrong Cinto. He's wrong..." Omni whispered, a hand clutching her pained ribs.
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