We were never soldiers
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Skipping Conor because he is hiding under the sofa.

His jaws were too late and found nothing but air, and snapped shut without any fleshy trophy. The secui’s eyes followed every move the lupine form made, and his face turned to always face the black man. His claws had not missed though, and he knew without a glance that his gray talons had a subtle hue of crimson. His pose was low, ready to take another shot in the pursuit of happiness. For Haku, that meant bathing in blood. The man seemed to flee to another part of the house, and the Lilium followed, claws clicking as the carpet disappeared and was replaced with the wooden floor downstairs. The man seemed to have followed his son’s trail and decided he wanted a fight in the living room. The father’s eyes went to the sofa in the end of the room, where the shadow of something small shivered, pumping the repulsive scent of fear thick into the room. He wanted to pick a fight here where the kid was? What kind of man was this? The secui’s muscles tightened, revealed what kind of man the Dahlia wolf was.

The loner was bold, naïve, arrogant by the way he challenged the older man. Haku’s body was a book of experience; each scar had a history of violence to tell. He was in his best age in his most powerful form. This was going to get ugly. The man almost felt a flicker of pity for the poor child in the corner under the furniture, but the temptation of killing the dark man shadowed everything. ”Challenging the leader of a pack to a duel in his own home? Hmm?”, the man mocked softly, flashing the well used set of teeth. The illness that had held its grip on him for so long seemed to be a pleasant drug flowing through his system now, caressing him softly. The demon coiled around his neck and gave a pleasant sigh of what was to come.

Jaws opened a second time in its quest to taste raw flesh, and his claws reached out again to find soft skin to pierce. He went for the other man’s middle floor, aiming at anything beneath collar bone and above hips. Haku’s strikingly blue eyes stayed faithfully on their target, never faltering.

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