09-12-2019, 10:06 AM
even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes
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Now what was this. A rather atrocious sight. One on his back and the other was in his maw. The manner in which he dropped them both off was contrasting and she quickly assessed the situation. The mangled body of the wolf and the blood dripping off Wormwood's lips.The look in his eyes.
She had seen it so many times over the years. Wherever it came from was far from a good place. A sight to make anyone wince, but she had seen worse.
"What do you intend on doing with that boy Wormwood?", her voice was flat and straight, not raising in tone nor lowering. She took a step forward, tail lashing in irritation. One thing mortals never understood was that hate bred hate and violence let to only more violence.
"Because from what I can see, you've done enough.", perhaps it wasn't her position. And if Wormwood insisted on doing worse to the canine she was unsure whether she would attempt to stop him or let him be. Somethings you can't change, but perhaps she could influence.
Eyes would shift over to the girl, she was of her kind except for some major unique additions. Quickly her gaze returned to Wormwood. She inhaled the scents, noting the wolf's was not of Tanglewood. A more crimson scent to them.
Violence was something she didn't want, it was something she tried to avoid. So common was it in the world. Ears flicked as she looked at Wormwood, questioning his authenticity with this.
never will she bow
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