mirror of fate

*Lecter* · April 16, 2014, 03:46 PM

ty! nat made it for me :3

Hmm, Lecter grunted to himself, testing the temperature of the water before he too followed suit and slid beneath the welcoming surface. A hiss of breath escaped him, a pleasurable sound, and he settled himself against the edge of the pool opposite Tenzin with an expression of relaxation stealing across his features, muzzle wrinkling only momentarily at the harsh smell surrounding them. Flakes of blood began to loosen and rise from his fur, and in time the water would darken with old blood, but he would rise before that happened.

There is only one here cruel enough to do such things, and I harbor nothing but ill will for him. I gathered sage outside your borders some weeks back; he attacked though I did not trespass. Xi'nuata did also, but she is a reasonable beast, and the reason I am here now. Lecter lay his cheek against the cool stone as well, eyes closing into slits. I bloody myself to serve my Gods, Tenzin. It is a mixture of my own and that of prey, and in earlier years, I also wore the blood of my own. Aware that his explanation would seem barbaric, Lecter paused now, to allow the monk to ask any questions he might have.

No, the shaman muttered. I lived far from here, upon the coast. It has been too long since I have returned, and I am not sure if I can at this point. He clicked his jaws shut then; the memory of Shearwater would always burn his soul with salted pain, but he had Jinx now, and the ocean would be at their backs upon the Mount.

And you? he muttered to the male, shifting his position in the water. From whence did you come? The Vale has been here for some time, but the markings upon the border lack the years of scent a pack long established comes to possess. Icewater eyes alighted upon Tenzin's face; the more logical part of him wondered if the water eased his companion's pain or merely masked it until such a time that the snowy monk rose from the pool.