Otter Creek The bitch came back

The reaper isn’t in his element here. Not like he was in his beloved Nightwalkers. Too many kind souls here, it almost disgusts him. He wants blood and glory; death and dishonor — he wants to get his teeth wet with blood. Yet, here he is, face all kinds of fucked up cause he picked the wrong fight with the wrong bitch (looking at you Nyra). He never learns his lesson and if he sees her again, he wouldn’t hesitate to initiate another brawl with the broad, pale woman. 

So he sits alone, far away from those who might bother him. He doesn’t want to speak to a single soul, probably except the dark woman that fixed his wounds. And when he does talk to her, he’s not going to be nice. Even the thought makes his lip twitch up in anger, but he lets the anger sink in and fuel his desire to find his mates. 

Speaking of. A howl meets his ears and the ruined tips swivel on dark crown. He doesn’t instantly recognize the voice behind the sound, but there’s such a vague familiarity to it that it makes his steely eyes squint in suspicion. He doesn’t waste his time in standing and beginning an unhurried trot to the sound. As far as he knows, he wouldn’t know what they were and therefore they’re not worth his time. 

Oh, but how wrong was he. 

When he gets closer his eyes land on this wolf. A scent floods his nose — a female. The shape of her, the color of her fur. He’s close enough to see mahogany eyes, so familiar. Then he trots closer and closer. His heart might as well have dropped into his ass when he finally recognizes her — his love. His love. His love. 

It doesn’t matter how much it hurts him, his brows raise and his mouth opens in surprise. 

“Serem?” He asks lowly, voice rough from disuse. “Serem?!” He says with a bit more heat behind it. 

He’s not mad though. If anyone had a brain and looked into his eyes all one would find is pure unadulterated heartbreak (in a good way). The way his usually cold, ice like eyes come to life is otherworldly. Then he’s running and running, not minding his wounds one bit until he’s trampling over her, possibly taking her to the ground with him by he force. He buries his ruined face in her fur, some of his wounds reopen and smear fresh blood along her dark fur, but he doesn’t give one fuck. He can’t even produce words. He does smothers her. She’s have to kill him in order to take him off it seems.