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The male was avoiding everything and everyone. It was not only because his life was going to the hounds, but a headache had kept him up the whole night, and he had finally given up the quest for sleep and left his cabin behind in an attempt to let some fresh air ease the throbbing pain. The land was quiet in the early morning hours, and he was extremely grateful for the serenity that met him. His mind was not as clear as it should be. He felt like he was moving through a light mist. Perhaps he was coming up with an illness. Not the best choice of timing, not at all, but the male had given up trying to control the world around him. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. A cry in the distance made his face twist in the direction of the source. It was Cwmfen. It was a cry of pain, and a rare feeling of worry entered his system and he spun the rest of his body around and hurried towards the female’s location. The throbbing pain in his brain was forced away and thrown into the back of his mind. His Halfling form executed the distance between them quickly with the pace he kept up, and he slowed down when the fallen creature was visible on a bed of grass. She looked horrible, and the scent of fresh blood from strained and freshly reopened wounds filled his sensitive nostrils. He flattened his ears and stretched his neck towards her. What the fuck had happened here.
He stepped closer without announcing his presence vocally, taking in her maimed body. Maybe she had attempted to shift from her usual luperci form, and seemingly her healing wounds had suffered during the process. That meant nothing to him. What really mattered was who the fuck had given them to her in the first place. The Lilium’s hackles rose together with the pressure of a snarl in his throat. His cold wet nose found the back of her ear and nudged it gently. Even in defeat she was beautiful and strong, a true warrior and his ever present temptress of his black and white dreams. ”Cwmfen, what has happened?” There was feeling in his voice where there usually was none. She was one of the few Dahlian wolves he considered friends, and so he always seemed to manage to drag some emotion from an unknown source. He hesitated a moment before he looked over the damage done to her. He moved around her to gaze on the largest cut on her back, and he lowered down and swept his tongue across the damaged area as careful as he could. Someone would have to pay for this, Haku would make sure they would pay twice the price. Revenge was what he did best, and Cwmfen was a target that would be backed up by a crazed Haku Soul.
His blue eyes searched for her moonlit orbs, unable to determine her current state. His eyes then went to a tuft of pelt clutched in her hand. Inferni. |
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