Hoshor Plains Looking for life

The silver brute sneered and mocked him.
He didn't know. Didn't care.
He reveled in creating pain. And perhaps Donovan did too.
But Derg would convince himself to believe the brindle man wasn't the same. Or anything like.

"He tried to kill my ward."
He spat out the words.
Keen.
The image of her, broken in the snow, blood staining everything, the tang of blood still in Dergs mouth then the same as the one lingering now.

"He tried to kill her!" He yelled, voice hoarse, rising.
"I'll fucking kill you." He promised, voice low and gritty, glaring daggers that rivalled Nemisis' gaze, at Aries.