your cryin eyes

The lynx's life was probably not something that Dominus had to take, but he did so anyway; it seemed only fair, considering it had been preying on a wolf pup. Even though it was a deserved death, Dominus made the death as quick as possible. The snake had covered most of the lynx's body already, nearly slapping with it's body as Dominus insisted on hanging on to the neck of the lynx. He hated seeing things constricted by the snake, honestly. It was brutal. He snapped the lynx neck to spare it from suffering and then finally let go, allowing the snake to do as it pleased.

He stepped away from the body of the lynx and looked up to Poem. She seemed to begin to thank him for saving his life and it caused confusion to riddle his features, 'brow dots furrowing together as he questioned whether or not the girl would have been able to fight it off by herself. Perhaps not. Had he really just saved a life? It was a weird thought, but he shook his head to dismiss it as he remembered the cries that drew him here in the first place.

"Poem Destruction?" He knew that was the name she had given, but he spoke it again to better affirm it to memory and to reassure her that he was listening, despite the look on his face.

"I am Dominus Praetor, who is Motif?" He did not blame her for getting distracted by the lynx, but he had not forgotten. Blue tongue idly pulled away the blood that was dripping down his face and pooling at the corners of his inky lips while he awaited her answer. Cat claws did much more damage than he thought, but he would remember that the next time he tried to bite one. Perhaps it would be better not to hold on, but to instead focus on avoiding those claws and keep moving. Novice struggles.