forget all the names we used to know
It’s the first time he’s ever set another horse on fire.
The way that red-gold flame licks hungrily against Kuma’s skin makes him initially sick. He can smell her flesh cook, and that turns him - the allure of prey made weak is too much for his shared soul to reject. The wolf within is howling with delight and rapture at the scene, but his current state of mind is conflicted, uneasy. “I would give my soul.” The stallion had claimed.
Not good enough for Gryffen.
But good enough for Crevan? He ponders, watching the spotted mare writhe in anguish on the forest floor; would anyone be tempted to sell their soul in exchange for Crevan's own freedom? “Get out.” He snaps suddenly, turning a dark blue eye to where Imperial stands. His King has finished, given his demands. There was no further use for the silver-trimmed Loessian. “Didn’t you hear him? You’ve got work to do - so get going.” Crevan barks again, sliding forward to face the leftover horse.
He would sweep the filth from the porch of Sylva, happily. “Unless you want to see her hurt again,” His cold gaze relays without the need for speech, but all the while Crevan's ears are pushed flat into the curve of his neck and his teeth are bared to urge along the mahogany intruder.
Kuma’s life was in his hands. He better get going.
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