the end

The light in his eyes were obviously fading as the moments went on, Noir had accepted his fate. He wasn’t fighting, he wasn’t about to beg Theory to help him. Though he knew she was one of the few that likely could have. Something deep inside of him didn’t want her help though, and that pride would be the seal of his fate. He was facing death and he would do so with what dignity was left.

He started to protest as Theory stepped around him and grabbed a hold of his scruff, he had no idea what she was doing. There weren’t enough faculties left for him to realize that he was within pack lands. She dropped him unceremoniously and he groaned with pain as more blood trickled from his dark lips.

Though her words would likely make her feel better they had no real effect on Noir. He had never truly known love, even when he had been surrounded by it when they were puppies. He’d never been one to value sentimental feelings so he cared not if he was missed. He’d created progeny that littered the world here and there, and he’d lived life to his own desire and pleasure. There were no regrets as he watched her walk away and everything slowly went black.

-exit via death-