Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

Teeth. 

They grasped for his neck in the form of the white witch. They bit down onto his backside along his spine which caused a yip from his jaws. Already, he bled, even as pause was given to the King's arrival. 

And ol he comes, his death, decending down the rock face to meet Hemlocke's end. His Saint, the fallen angel he had secretly longed for. He comes to stand between the shadow and his troops, to finish the job himself Locke could only presume. Nyra backs off, but Derg does not move even as he let's go, still hovering, still waiting.

I....I... His breath hitches, through tears, through pants, the pounding of his own heart so loud he folds down his bat-like ears to try and block it out. I dont know...maybe I thought, if I came here... He was almost whispering to the man he knew, Donovan, as burgundy eyes glanced over to the man's guardians, ready to surely take him out with the flick of their leader's muzzle. Just one movement and it could all be done with. He could suffer no more...or would his suffering just begin, with his soul surely set for damnation? 

I dont wanna die... He sadly admits, to the stripped wolfdog, to himself. But I dont deserve to live. Look at me! He cries out as he lurches his upper half off the hot red earth, his red eyes wide, his face solemn as he looks to Donovan. The Thinman, lost somewhere between wolf and thing,  forced to never feel the sun on his face, to hide in the darkness all his days, his only friend...I'm a monster... And there he slumps again with a lay, a sigh, a pathetic excuse for a wolf.