IN THE END WE ALL BECOME CURED OF OUR SENTIMENTS

@Scarlett @Sen @Tuwawi @Manauia @Týrr @Shalon @Raphael @Maera @Adlartok
We've been given permission to post with our characters coming across Caiapha's "present", despite the thread being read-only, so feel free to throw yourselves in here if you wish!

The ground passed beneath Malachi's feet in a shadowed blur, his only guide the light of the hosts and the lingering note of the wraith's curdling shriek. The voice was one he scarcely recognized, distorted, and his first thought was that Tuwawi had lost herself again. The silhouette breaking the soft horizon did nothing to still his terror, but when the creature's scent rolled in from the plains and filled his nostrils with putrid decay, cold dread wrapped its fingers around his throbbing heart.

A startled bark escaped him and he started when his icy gaze fell upon the creature paces beyond his feet, sockets staring back at him with gaping pits where twin eyes of a wolf should have been. The mangled flesh grinned and stained the ground crimson, and Malachi retched as another gale blew the scent of the dead up the path of his nostrils.

This wolf had not made the cry that had pierced the night, its life long stolen and lost. But as the stench overwhelmed him again, Malachi began to realize he knew who had. Confusion stole him, but soon a sharp anger swallowed his heart, for mingled within the sick sweetness of death lay the tang of salt and sea brine, the scent of tousled waves.

Caiaphas.

His eyes hardened and a low growl escaped his throat, and without a second thought, the man charged forward, seeking her trail in the cover of snow before it vanished like the night.