Worm from the Bird

He could smell the stink of Valhalla from the dried riverbed. He snorted into the dirt and licked his chops, magenta eyes scanning the empty basin of cracked, dry earth. Time had changed him. Once lean and thin muscles were now thick and full, carrying strength with every stride he made, his ears were nicked in several places and one began to droop at the tip, his body was littered with scars, though he didn't seem to mind. Every scar was nothing compared to the scar left on his heart by his former family. The family that pulled him from his loved one, his lover, his Luce. He would never forgive them. Never let them forget. He threw his head back and released a long, deep howl of rage, cursing Valhalla, cursing the Adravendi line. Cursing anyone who would listen.

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