Silverlight Terrace the tell-tale heart

when she looks up again, Karst is watching. she feels suddenly vulnerable. on the ground, before him, in a crumpled heap. he could very well take advantage.

but he won't, and she knows it.

mother, Avicus croaks out. the irony is lost on her, seeing as though Astara had ripped his own dam from this world. she wouldn't have remembered, anyway, but she is utterly blind in her grief, ignorant to anyone else but her, and her mother's inky pelt—

he's still holding that stupid bone. rage replaces grief and it feels better; it instantly feels better.

why take that? she snaps, and lurches to her paws. she sways toward him, lips rippling, twisting, showing little glimpses of polished ivory here and there.