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Tagging 'Phas for reference :eyes emoji:

On ragged limbs, the ghost had followed after Arrille and the other who had pursued. Of course, he was not as spry as he had once been, and so his pace was slower and more calculated than the young boys. Still, Kierkegaard had no intention of letting his apprentice disappear without a trace; he was certain Caiaphas would not have been pleased if he were to have returned empty handed. So, his paws carried him quickly enough that he felt he would close distance on them if they were to stop. He was certain that the Drageda wolf would not have allowed Arrille to vanish; those beasts had been after the young man's blood.

Their scents were growing stronger, and the old man climbed onto rocks that rose upward to a small cliff-side. The waters beat relentlessly below and Kierkegaard felt a clutch of fear in his chest. As he pulled himself on tired limbs to a point against the backdrop, he watched them. The Drageda wolf had latched himself to the scruff of Arrille's neck. The ghost bared his fangs, but he could do nothing; both of them toppled over the side and out of his sight.

But, Kierkegaard had not intended to return home empty-handed. With a grumbled, “motherfucker,” and a few huffs of air, the ragged brute set himself at a run and before he could opt to change his mind, the ground no longer supported him and he plummeted down into the depths of the sea. The waves washed over his frame and engulfed him. Darkness beat against his eyes until he saw nothing more than memories, and the thought of @Caiaphas whispered through his skull.