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— this is no longer revenge. it is blood.
he took her from me. words that come now in a silent, boiling anger. a wrath that is all consuming and moves through his black veins like adrenaline. he looks east, eyes burning red through the dusk. i will bleed him.
a sardonic chuckle at the image. by the neck. until his legs stop kicking. until what remains of his clan hear the sound of him choking and know their fate follows his. blackfell follows faust in his pacing, muscles bulging with pressure beneath a onyx hide.
i’ve waited too long. it has only been days but it feels like centuries. i will gather the ones who have vowed to fight. we will meet you within black break—if we march from there, we have the cover of the walls.