Moonspear What Have I Done?

Judas knew this memory would scar his mind. Again, striking a friend. He tasted blood. Blood that only further satiated the darker side of him. He knew his face did not show it, but the shock and the guilt was all over inside. He wished his stomach would have churned in revoltion. He wanted to spit that blood out. He wanted to run in shame.

But then, Pyx struck back. He was even more shocked, and his other side was too. Not expecting the aggression at all, completely stunned. No witty remark, no growl. Just utter stunned silence. Pyx had put it in it's place. There was pain along his snout. A stinging pain.

All that was enough for him to break free. And yet, Judas wished he hadn't. To see Pyx, to hear her anger. But to hear who she was angry at, it gave him hope. Maybe, just maybe, she was his shield against it. 

"Pyx I..." He wanted to cry again. Felt like a scared pup having been ridiculed by a parent. But he had to be brave. Although he was scared to talk to her, he did anyway. "I am sorry..." He didn't care his own wound was bleeding. Seeing her blood from her wound upset Judas. "...Thank you, for that...But now, I'm afraid. What if the others find out?" He would surely be banished. Or killed.