Silver Creek a court held in ashes

>:3 Oh, it shall.

The denial that had driven her to these lands had long since been abandoned as the days lingered on. Hot, crimson anger was the ideal replacement. The inferno inside of her feasted upon the emotion with a ferocity that changed every defining characteristic that Dysis had, but the rage was a welcome distraction from the growing hole in her chest. Flashes of the prior events crossed her mind less and less, but the feel of the metallic blood of her enemies pouring onto her coat were not yet forgotten. The naïve wolf that she had once been now lay buried in the ashes with her family. 

Although the demoness might have found herself reeling at the reasoning, she had not dared to question Ares. Dysis could curse him from the mortal realm all that she wanted, but the motives were of his own conviction. Dysis dared not to anger the very beast that had taken all from her, fearful that he would return for more. Perhaps he still had an agenda to finish. Maybe the dual lives she had rid of other wolves had not been enough to satiate his lust for blood. The prayers of affirmation were a small token of appreciation for the answer of her call to end the enemy. The naive wolf behind her had been the one to make the request, clueless that the gods took as much as they gave.

There had been none left behind in the wake of his iron hands, or so she had thought. Dysis had happened upon the trail of another with a pungent stench that told the demoness all she needed to know of their origins. To her disdain, the wolf was a serpent slithering through the trees with enough speed to remain just beyond her reach. The rage within her chest had finally found a vice in which to express itself. The experience from a life full of rigorous apprenticeship had left her with the confidence that surged her forth in a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

The woman paid no heed to caution as she pursued into the mossy clearing. Her mind a cloud of fury and flames centered on only one thought: Revenge. The fur upon her back and hackles raised high as pristine teeth glinted while they audibly clicked in anticipation as she neared the dark colored opponent. The wolf before her was one that she would have fawned over in another life time, but they were here now. Dysis would rather face off to finish the war once and for all.

  

I should slay you where you stand, Roman. A gravelly voice snarled to the towering figure in front of her. An accusation that was well placed as she glared at the stranger with hatred that could burn through his very skin.

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