Raven's Watch [m] α

it was toilsome. really. again and again, faust would attempt to prove himself a worth-while, exceptional man, but here he was! full in mouth with the lactating goat, and no sign of iskava.

at the drop of a dime faust was on the move. scowering plentifully. through the hemlock he rounded, her scent still fresh, albeit fading at a rapid pace. he had been done with the hunt sooner than later, his coat floundering with fresh blood that marred his face and neck.

there was a vile scent up ahead. male, no less. he was large, cumbersome, and seemingly wild. faust could see ayovi up ahead, pleading.

pleading!

oh gods be good. faust was quick, too quick, anger rolling off of him in waves. the gods don't heed your request, iskava. with a snarl, he toppled just behind her.

you look hungry! faust called, pretending everything had been just fine.

HOPE THIS IS OKAY