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Krynn

How adorable...

...yellowed eyes narrowed into the ire of a serpent's gaze. Memorizing and deep, as to draw in an easy prey or to warn a greater creature that to further press meant they may lose more than what they will gain. Earp seeded a confession, unintentionally, that he saw Krynn as his death. -or at the very least an element in its making.

To Krynn the Gods were themselves. Krynn, Novae, and Earp; Gods of the land directed by the whims of their Ancestors. The true Gods of old which, one day, would include herself and the heirs of her pack. So if the Ancestors willed the life of one sibling be expunged then all they needed to do was ask. After all it wouldn't be hard to do. One of a thousand possibilities danced within Krynn's mind. Circling around her in a spiraling dance of bloodied euphoria.

The task always fell to Krynn to rend the flesh of the fallen between her teeth which melted into black bile matted within fur and rot. At one point in her life she shed tears in those moments... Moments where her honored position was to "clean" the dead and give what remained of them a place for memory. Priest and many other came to see the white skulls of their fallen kin put on display but never once had any of the pack thought of "how" the dead came to rest.

...the last body lay cold in Krynn's mind, and on the brink of decay. Still her fangs tore into it ripping tendon and bone tirelessly throughout the night until the head was decapitated. The procedure was... degrading... at times. Krynn's jaw strained with cramps growing sore while she broke apart the spinal collumn. Then the real work began... endless licking, chewing, of wolf flesh until what remained was the skull itself. Presine and presentable...

It was Krynn who absorbed the "taste" of her kin into her own soul, and gut, forcing her spirit to not crumble while performing the sacred rite. After a while she lost taste for even the simplest earthly pleasures but found solace in her devotion.

So... if the Ancestors indeed wanted Earp dead then he would fall and Krynn wouldn't think upon it with regret. In the night as he slept, or perhaps currupted food may bring him low, then again if Krynn were as vile as Earp had fantasized then she may think to twist one he held so dearly. Krynn was not blind to the relationship shared between Priest and Earp but Earp was oblivious to the infatuation Priest held tightly to Krynn. One or two months work of debauchery and honeyed words then Krynn could have Priest do away with Earp without her muzzle stained. It was that thought that crept a smile across her maw. The look of horror Earp may sport from such a betrayal or the wash of victory after a long wait and toil... but again it was still only that, fantasy.

Krynn returned to reality having shook away the terrors of her mind giving a nod to her brother's figure, "Perhaps..." The statement rolled off her tongue with a hiss. "...-or perhaps you are over burdened and overly cautioned. The sins you seek to unveil are not with me, dear Brother. Rest your inquizition on another Sinbound." For while her sins did indeed compare, in number, to the stars that brightened up the night, "I am not the one you seek."

Something about her words gave hint that Krynn knew who Earp sought but refused to divulge that name.