Shy Deer Steppes Nobody's soldier

the bodies scattered like fallen leaves told a story he didn’t care to hear, each one gnawing at his patience. his jaw tightened, his amber gaze hardening with each glance at the carnage they passed.

not our job, he snapped, his voice sharp and low, cutting through the silence like a blade. he grimaced, the smell of decay thick in the air, and shook his head as if to rid himself of the weight pressing down on him.

his gaze flicked to synder, catching the way her eyes lingered on a lifeless child. the grimace deepened, and he growled, maybe she didn't suffer.

he turned away, the stiffness in his shoulders betraying more than he’d ever admit. his steps quickened, though his breath remained steady, forcing himself to look ahead and not at the graveyard that stretched around them.