THE DEVIL'S FIRE // MURDER

[LAZARUS]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Lazarus won't realize until later just how damning his immediate reaction is. Titan approaches him and he whirls, chest lower to the ground and his ears pinned to his head. White teeth flash under dark gums as he opens his mouth in a growl. He looks every bit like the cornered beast he is — just for a moment, but it's enough. Maybe not enough for Moon, because out of this entire crowd, he's the only one who knows that he'd tear someone apart for walking too close, but that he was working on it. Desperate green eyes flicker from Titan to the lion and then back again, the edges of his face slowly, slowly softening. "I don't know." Which question is he answering? Who is he talking to? Titan, Moon, Azazel. I don't know I don't know I don't know. The scene in front of him looks every bit like something he would have done. Scorched earth and fur, and the throat — Lazarus swallows, searching for the taste of blood in his mouth that doesn't come from his lunch. How could he tell them apart?

He wants to push Azazel away from the corpse, but he takes a step forward and realizes that his paws are still bloody (lunch lunch lunch, not this). So he doesn't walk closer, just in case. Just in case this is his fault. The fire doesn't flare up, even though his skin starts to prickle. Desperation. Fear. The Cane Corso's pulse races and he shakes. His posture hasn't changed from the defensive shift he'd picked up as soon as Titan showed up, his weight shifted downwards. Onision's comment stops him from straightening up any, his eyes now a little wider. "I didn't kill anyone," he insists with an audible snap of his teeth. Did he? He has before. (Just like that one. Not this one.)

/ oops it's almost midnight hopefully this makes sense