The feeling of another’s life draining from his presence had long since been eradicated from his mind. Normal and happenstance from an early age, ingrained and embedded in his head, to a certain coldness, a vicious nonchalance, a chilling void, from training to become a soldier to warrior – so as the moose’s breath faded and heartbeat slowed, everything foiled and fumbled, the hellhound merely stood, remained, a stark vehemence and presence against the outline of ivory. Eventually, the bull dropped completely, still, and he backed away, bowing his head at its gift, at its return into something, somewhere else; before shifting, and motioning back over to Sah, presuming he'd been mended and tended to. [say]“Bring the sled, and we can prepare this too.” [/say]
Zuriel, content with her presence utilized and not drifting along in boredom, nodded at Sah’s gratitude. Thereafter, she motioned out of the way, gaze pinpointing on the sled as the Abandoned had been directed.
Zuriel, content with her presence utilized and not drifting along in boredom, nodded at Sah’s gratitude. Thereafter, she motioned out of the way, gaze pinpointing on the sled as the Abandoned had been directed.
