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She said she was fine, but Haku did not trust her melodic voice. He was angry, angry he constantly seemed to arrive too late whenever there were conflicts. He did not blame himself for Svara’s injuries, because in his mind he was convinced that it was the female’s recklessness that finally had got hold of her and finally caused bold consequences. It was sad that she had lost her eyesight (the injuries left no doubt about that.), but she had the full burden of guilt resting upon her shoulders, not Haku. The Lilium was not aware that the raven warrior regretted her outbreak and her inability to hold her pain invisible. Pain was a natural part of life and so was the physical and mental effects it gave, although Haku’s nerve system had been toyed with from he had been small, and so his sensation of pain was a whole different one that did not cause him the equal amount of pain that he should. It was converted into a different sensation that only served to tempt an enrage timer that would in the end let the demon out to play. He pinned his eyes at her when her hand moved up towards him. For a moment he feared she was planning to touch him, and in the end it turned out that his fear had been correct, but she had placed it upon his leg in a gentle grip. The chocolate man was careful not to let any visible changes occur in his face, but the touch was not comforting in any way.
He did not want to be teased with something he could not have, no matter if it was nothing tempting about that move whatsoever. It was touch that triggered his reaction and spun his limited imagination in motion once again. Her reply made it a fact. Either alone or when she was better, Haku would have liked to go out for a little coyote hunt. Her thoughts went longer than his, as she inquired if they perhaps should request the coyote clan to surrender the shit. He clenched his teeth to prevent a disgusted snort from entering the tranquil morning air. When did Inferni ever honour anything above their sick and twisted selves? Haku had no belief in the solution the marked leader suggested. He still stood on his ground with his basic thoughts about Inferni. They had never paid for the blood and misery they caused. Instead they went on a whining trip every now and then and complained about how unfairly they were being treated. Some wolves went for a target if there was a flicker of coyote blood, yes, but the amount of pure coyote hating wolves was a very small minority, while Inferni had allowed its members to roam freely fucking up lives as long as he could remember.
Was it not a coyote that had ruined his own life and taken his tail? Yes. That trash had also harmed his mother so that she had lost most of her memory, in which the result was that she lost her mate and later developed a depression she had never been able to overcome. Haku was not one to blame everything and nothing just to do it, this was a fact, something he was convinced of. The tightened grip brought him back from his thoughts, and he only kept his calm sky blue gaze on her, patiently waiting for the wave of pain to leave her. He could always have tried to make up some comforting sentences that could mentally lift her spirits, but Haku never was a man to add unnecessary words if he could avoid it. The woman did not deserve pity, only respect, and she had his respect and more. ”Do you really think they would do such a thing? They may pose as the overall victims in the endless coyote versus wolf conflict, but it does not change the fact that they are a group of worthless shit that does not do anything that is not in their favour. I doubt they will give up their individual. Apparently he fought well, and how could they possibly allow us to take away one of their warriors?” They wouldn’t, but he could respect her suggestion and send someone to do the request. Haku could not go, because Gabriel burned with unrighteous hatred for him, and he wouldn’t risk open conflict yet between the two groups. |
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