Blackfeather Woods here on the nineteenth floor, the neon lights make me calm

rofl sorry iliksis is such a turd

it was not surprising that aries did not understand; how could he? in his young life, he had likely never once come across a wolf quite like iliksis. there were not many wolves like iliksis, fashioned from some corrupted blade with no righteousness present in their cold blood. these wolves were fractured and dangerous individuals, and often their kind did not live very long.

iliksis offered a thin smile. "they would be of great use. it is not the eyes that is the skill, it is the taking of them." he supplied coolly, still admiring that byzantine blue that aries' eyes sported.