☠ Wicked and Divine ☠

N/A · 05-06-2013, 02:14 PM

Her screams would illicit such a calm response in him, and he would watch as her breathing slowed. She had done nothing to him to deserve this. She had simply become the blunt end of his rage. The snow would fall to the ground faster now, almost as if nature felt the loss. As the words left her maw, his ears would angle towards her, taking in her last words. How interesting, even in agony, she was speaking of love as if it existed, in more than just the minds of the weak. Such a weak creature surely deserved what she had gotten.

As the wolf before him took her last breath, he would stand and nose her, staining his muzzle further with her blood before turning on his hind legs, and walking away, disappearing into the snowy horizon. He would leave nothing but a scent, a corpse, and paw-prints fading in his wake, as the falling snow covered his trail.

-exit Creedance-

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me