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Shall we end it with this post? ^=^
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And? The emotionless façade cracked as his cruel maw split with a sneer. For a moment, the brute was silent, an oppressive silence that Cwmfen could not produce. White teeth flashed in the dark, hungering and dangerous. “And she will stay with me.” The tenor voice dripped with something black. Corvus did not specify whether this would be a willing act or not—with Graine it had been unwilling. Once Cwmfen had been born, it had been an obligation. But the pied brute knew that Cwmfen was not like her mother; she had inherited some of his resilience. He knew that it would be an unwilling thing, and, while she was not as strong as he, he knew that subduing her would be difficult. That was why this game must be played carefully; the brute knew that there would be only one good chance. And he had already considered the possibilities. The initial abduction would no doubt be physical, but there were other ways of subduing a creature, and the male was willing to apply them to his daughter. She would be made to give him what he wanted. She would be made to see.
And then the crack in the façade disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving behind not even a whisper of its presence. “That bloodline owes me.” The brute did not specify what it was that was owed, but perhaps the lighter male before him would deduce it or perhaps he would not. But that was not what mattered. What mattered was simply that he was given what was owed. That was why he was here. That was the only reason for his presence. Once he had extracted his dues, he would leave like the night from the morning. But unlike the night, he would not return to these lands. These lands were filled with the disease of ignorance and idiocy, of weakness. It was an insufferable place, and he would have to leave before it would infect him like a virus. The pied brute knew that it was not yet his own time to infect the earth—that would come with the birth of the next generation, with the birth from his daughter’s loins. The black orbs steadily pierced the other’s gaze, but no intent was displayed in those hollow, fathomless orbs.
But what would Cwmfen’s fate be after she had birthed a son? It would be the same as Graine’s. Her purpose would have been served, and no creature could survive without purpose. He would kill her. It was that simple. To the Korean, there was no conflict. It was a clear-cut resolution. A sharp exhalation sounded, the sound of his mockery unable to manifest in laughter. He turned his back on the lighter brute. Death had not come for him today; he had yet to disperse his seed of darkness within the world, perhaps even the pack he served. Corvus did not destroy creatures consumed by the darkness unless they got in his way. It did not seem as if this male would do such a thing. Silently, like the shadows of the night, the male slipped back into the forest, those ethereal, fluid movements eerie in the darkness.