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even when he expected nothing from wylla, she found new ways to steal his breath with her cruelty, the ignorance of his pain. or perhaps it was not ignorance after all; perhaps there was some semblance of vengeance beneath her wicked little tongue.
whatever the barb she meant to work beneath his skin, the she-wolf found her mark. disdaining the lioness before him, accusing her of things she had not done. mahler's jaw tightened visibly along its heavy line; a swallow bobbed his throat, and he forced down the lips lifting to show the yellowed rounding of his teeth, the warning growl that threatened to cascade.
"this is vhat vill happen, vylla," mahler spoke almost in an overlap of her last words, lavender eyes translucent with the nothingness warring behind his eye-sockets. "i vill leave at regular intervals to visit my daughters in moonspear, and you vill never mention nyx to me again."
not if she wished to keep him, claim whatever victory came to her small hard paws by way of nyx' departure. and mahler too tired and choked with lasting bitterness to argue further, to allow the wagging of her lips more nonsense. it was him who had done this to wylla, he knew, however; it was he who had driven nyx away, and with her —
—with her