Sun is Setting in the West

He had tried to avenge his best friend to the best of his abilities, but he had failed her and ended just the same as her. Blind in one eye. Not that it really mattered to the now older white knight, but it was still something of a set back and disappointment. It was a little annoying only being able to look out of one eye, but he was thankful that at least he still had one good one and that he wasn't completely blind. If only he could've succeeded in his attempt to avenge Chrysanthe. Had she known what he had done for her? Possibly not, but that wasn't of importance anymore. As long as she was alive and healthy, he would go through it all over again.


Chrysanthe's voice would break through his light slumber, mismatched eyes coming into view, jaws splitting wide as a yawn broke through. Limbs would unscramble from beneath his massive frame, hoisting the man up from the floor of his den as he made his way into the open, blinking wearily. Chrysanthe was calling a meeting. And there was no way he was missing that. Powerful limbs would pull the half blind brute towards the source of the call, his one good eye roving over the incoming figure of his pack mates, gaze immediately zeroing in on Chrysanthe's figure. She seemed to be doing well and that was all Demonio could ask for. He would weave his way through the throng of wolves until he was at a decent distance from Chrysanthe, skull bowing towards her in acknowledgement as he waited to see what she had to say.



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