09-03-2016, 09:59 AM
There's the heavy accent of blood and my feet move faster, the burden of running actually safer in the heavy city with its many buildings. A rebel e within me cursing the area I'd been charged with-- Thoughts interrupted, I looked down to what tripped me up, pulling my hood up above my eyes. A human, already cold. He was close, I only had to follow his scent. One hand on the blade at my side, I followed the scent that left an iron taste on my tongue; knowing it would lead me to the beast that did this.
“By what right does the wolf judge the lion?"