The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

As if a puppet on a string. He stopped. Even now. Ever the loyal beast. Ever the slave, the servant. Had he ever truly thought for himself? From a pit of despair he had left. Into a wilds teeming with life.

And he had traded one master for another. And then another. Though this cruel master could break him easier than anyone ever could.

Every beat of a breath was agony. Every step. He had crawled half of the time after being ripped open to find her. To protect her. And all she could see was a beast.

His blood spilled onto the grassy floor. The bitter scent of pus and bile staving away any other smell. His eyes were narrowed and slatted. He breathed as if gutted. The agony in his throat was nothing to the one in his ever beating heart when she said loved.

Loved. You loved. So your love is that easily thrown aside.

He blinked. There is no was.

He drew his head up. Pain making him wince.

I will never fall so easily out of love for you. There is no conditions. I maybe a beast Atka, but I'm not fucking heartless. So perhaps you loved me, but I still love a gentle woman.


His heart was beating erratic and his vision swam. Dizzying. He tried to keep a hold of the edges of his consciousness. But it was fading fast.