Starglow Basin [m] vengeance is hereby mine

hungry eyes, hungrier than she had ever been for meat or blood or the hard possessive nature of her mentor and man who thought her his.
colt turned his head sharply, a hawk who has heard the rustling of something serpentine in the underbrush; his nostrils flared and he eased his preternatural shoulders with a long whistling exhale.
red was all angles and sunken valleys; he'd left her this way; he could — "yew know i cant touch nothin, red," colt growled in a voice strained with the want of a man and the want of the dead for what is alive with vital warmth and the solid thump of a heart.
he could hear hers, a starving watch. briggs listened as long as he was able before he reached the bone-flickered arm toward her, toward; and where there should be contact, his limb only dissolved into a sickly mist which rose up around her thin face.
"there." his voice was riddled with a dusty grief. "now we know, red. aint no more wonderin."