Rising Sun Valley [m] gwo pwen

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andras is stunned by the way she breaks free from him so easily. she is not left without her mark, however; his scar upon her nape, the blood that seeps from it; crimson stains upon beautiful cinnamon. soon, it would rust. even if her body were to repair the damage, he would always know that she had once been his, for only a moment.
perhaps that was enough for him.
her own teeth meet his cheek, and decidedly, andras did not want his own blood to paint the grassland. he flies backward in a ribbon of soot, a chuff erupting from his nostrils as he begins to back away, now without intention to face her again. if he is not pursued, he plans to disappear; to grant her this one act of sinful, wretched mercy.
but she would suffer for this, in due time. he was sure of it.