gloweringPike
Blind Confidence Expert
Molloch wanted blood - wanted to see it drain away like it was the impurity of the werewolves, but-
A voice, edging in on his clouded mind. It commanded him to stop.
Was he a mere beast, or Twilight Moon? Instinct screamed to go for the jugular, but respect begged him to cease as ordered. Cinder, that was the voice. The fog began to fade away-
Away and into the recognition pain. It was a short fight, but as usual, he had overdone himself and managed to push his body beyond what it could sustain.
"C-... Cinder? Is there another fight worth my attention." His vision still had the blackness of unrestrained fury on its perimeter, only categorizing those it saw as friend or foe.
How her throat looked tender.
A voice, edging in on his clouded mind. It commanded him to stop.
Was he a mere beast, or Twilight Moon? Instinct screamed to go for the jugular, but respect begged him to cease as ordered. Cinder, that was the voice. The fog began to fade away-
Away and into the recognition pain. It was a short fight, but as usual, he had overdone himself and managed to push his body beyond what it could sustain.
"C-... Cinder? Is there another fight worth my attention." His vision still had the blackness of unrestrained fury on its perimeter, only categorizing those it saw as friend or foe.
How her throat looked tender.