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Oops! I didn’t even notice that my previous post was with the wrong accound...=___=
End this one here? If you want one we could have a follow up or something? But if you want to continue, just have her follow him, ^=^
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The black male was silent, his breathing practically nonexistent as he stood over her. He was an empty shell made to move my some unimaginable force. And that empty black soul knew that one day, though not today, that shell would expire. Just as most creatures lived to reproduce and further their species, the crow wolf lived to replace the body that would soon die. He believed that his soul was far older than his body, and his soul was to the nature that the same form was formed again. It was this too that struck fear into the hearts of some, for there were several that were now long dead by his own jaws that remembered his shape from a different life. A sneer came to his maw. He knew it to be true, and so his existence now concentrated on the use of Cwmfen’s blood to attain that eternal life. But too many feared the dark. Although Cwmfen did not, she feared him and had run, making it only marginally difficult for himself. But he knew that she would come, and that black soul would devour her.
Those ears that had risen above his head like the horns of a demon pricked forward at the sound of that voice as that black, fathomless gaze pierced the layers of the shadows of her face, carving into that meaningless smile. The brute was unmoved by this show and was silent, shifting his weight upon the paws that pinned her with merciless disregard. Those words meant nothing to him; there was no significance within the male’s life for the life of the female thing beneath him. And so silence followed those words as if he required something more to move that unreciprocating creature. That familiar sneer tugged at the corners of those wicked lips; that promise did not concern him. That promise did not stand between his jaws and her neck—there was nothing save his mercy. What spared her life now had nothing to do with that promise of which he was not a part.
And then those words; she had said them only moments before. A mocking irritation clawed its way upon the bridge of his maw, threatening to become that insatiable snarl. He exhaled sharply, a sneering laugh that mocked her openly. The black paws pushed away from her as his body cut a serpentine path in the air, the claws indiscriminant of her flesh as he did so. And the pied secui’s posture remained as it had been, the erected tail swaying in the chilled air. The black crania did not turn back to gaze upon the thing he had left behind, and the eyes watched only the shadows that gathered at his feet. The Korean was already walking away when that cold tenor called, “You are not ready—peace has no place in the Night.” That grating laughter clawed at the air as he continued to melt into the night, a shard of shadow marred by the cold moonlight of the crows of death.