Ankyra Sound soul salvage

please forgive me for this wait <3

The doe was unceremoniously cut down by their efforts: Sapphique and Rusulka in tandem, in spirit, in blood.

Svalinn stood back once Jorunn had released the deer’s limp crown, and he watched as she sank onto her haunches, panting from the expenditure, bathed red from her muzzle down to a bib of bright gore. She looked at him too, her eyes bared as teeth might, daring him to care about her, willing him to ignore the weakness she displayed after such a chase.

He did not look away, but came closer, bidden by an unseen energy – an undercurrent of magnetism holding the power to both repel and draw him near. It was just a few steps, watching her for a reaction to his approach, licking his bloodied chops in anxious anticipation of her rejection.