Silver Moraine If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part

Wylla be like:

She might have lost an eye, but that didn't slow her down any. If anything that single eyeball glared from her skull like the all seeing Eye of Sauron - Sunhawk melted under cover as it came searing his way. In two second she would be onto him. In four her head would probably flip back like a Xenomorph and she'd suck the life out of his skull while skinning him alive. 

He wished she'd stop advancing (literally, the first time Sunhawk EVER wished a woman stopped coming close to him). She did the opposite. A quiet growl curled around her lifted lips as she made her way to his bush (and not the lewd kind, much to Sunhawk's dismay).

Fuck. He wasn't going to remain undetected for long. Even a wolf freshly widowed of their eyeball would see him as soon as they came close. He had no choice but to own the fact he was about to die at Wyclop's hand.


He rose on shaky limbs from the bush. Fuck me, brother. She looked as terrifying as ever. If Sunhawk was going to turn into dog food, at least it was done at a semi attractive lady's hand instead of some freak in a Jigsaw mask. "Uh." He cleared his throat, licking his blueberry stained lips nervously. "You look nice today."