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The mangled scent of blood was suffocating, strangling every other scent and feeling out of Ruria's body. Her shoulder ached and throbbed from where her own spell had pierced through it, straight into the body of the corpse she now left behind. Merely a witch still, and she had killed her first witch eater. It was him or us, she kept trying to tell herself. He intended to kill both her and the mononoke girl Kiarei, and the two girls combined forces and took his life when he tried to take their own.
Still, the feeling left inside of her was sickening. She was covered in blood, both hers and the deceased witch eater's, her arms limp at her side, her eyes faded and almost hollow looking, as if she was looking far into the distance, or at nothing at all except the ground. Would Cruor be proud of her, for what she'd done? Would Sibelius? Would Rajih be...disgusted, or scared? She had killed someone of his own kind, somewhat. Or would he just be worried, glad she was safe?
As she stepped into the dim cloak of light cast by a working street lamp, she suddenly realized she was no longer alone as she saw a pair of military-esque boots in her pathway, joined by legs and the rest of some one she'd never seen before. She slowly raised her face to him, a smear of blood on her cheek red in the light as she stared at Theron with those hollow eyes. He had very icy blue eyes that she normally would have found to be pretty, or interesting to look at, but at this moment, she simply didn't care. She ached, she was covered in blood, and her thoughts were suffocating in her own torment. She attempted to brush by him.
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The mangled scent of blood was suffocating, strangling every other scent and feeling out of Ruria's body. Her shoulder ached and throbbed from where her own spell had pierced through it, straight into the body of the corpse she now left behind. Merely a witch still, and she had killed her first witch eater. It was him or us, she kept trying to tell herself. He intended to kill both her and the mononoke girl Kiarei, and the two girls combined forces and took his life when he tried to take their own.
Still, the feeling left inside of her was sickening. She was covered in blood, both hers and the deceased witch eater's, her arms limp at her side, her eyes faded and almost hollow looking, as if she was looking far into the distance, or at nothing at all except the ground. Would Cruor be proud of her, for what she'd done? Would Sibelius? Would Rajih be...disgusted, or scared? She had killed someone of his own kind, somewhat. Or would he just be worried, glad she was safe?
As she stepped into the dim cloak of light cast by a working street lamp, she suddenly realized she was no longer alone as she saw a pair of military-esque boots in her pathway, joined by legs and the rest of some one she'd never seen before. She slowly raised her face to him, a smear of blood on her cheek red in the light as she stared at Theron with those hollow eyes. He had very icy blue eyes that she normally would have found to be pretty, or interesting to look at, but at this moment, she simply didn't care. She ached, she was covered in blood, and her thoughts were suffocating in her own torment. She attempted to brush by him.
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