Wager in Blood

Silence was not something to be in his graces this evening as he migrated into the horde of wolves that had assembled in some underground, well he wasn’t fully sure what he was walking into. He had caught sight of a girl he had met once before shortly after he came to this dreaded land, he didn’t care to much be in but going back to his home alone well away from this place was not on his plans. At least his sister would be fetched at some point, so long as her head hasn’t been removed since she slipped out of his watchful eye for nearly a year now. The chance she was alive, he could not wager a bet on. However, it seemed that was what this place was as he heard people bark out sides and it would cause his ears to twitch with a mixture of agitation and curiosity.

Had he known who was being tossed onto the stage shortly enough, he might have bid on her as not long after he had taken his place among the greedy, he would notice that woman of a split face. Soon enough voices would make him all too aware of this being a fight about to commence and his gaze stayed sharply on the chimera that had far too much gull for his own liking. It seems he was about to be in for a treat to learn what he may have missed out on or so easily destroyed had he leapt at the chance in Sussex. His tail would coil and rattle, barely focusing on the woman’s opponent that seemed to be losing splendidly.

Havoc, huh? A sneer pulled at his muzzle at the name being used for this unyielding wench, but everything seemed in her favor as she kept coming out on top. It seemed perhaps she might have had a chance against him after all and this caused a small twitch of an ear. That would make her less fun to torment if she had the power to fight back and possibly overpower him. His tongue ran along his fangs, tempted to jump in during the middle of the fight to smash her to the ground. He would do no such thing as he noticed far too many guards around this place.

He thought of escaping from this crowd to await her should she leave immediately after, wanting to hunt her down and sink his fangs deep into her flesh, even by means of underhanded tactics. She would be easy prey while already weakened.

As he went to turn, he would see someone he hadn’t expected to be here, yet he shouldn’t be surprised. Snow, blood and piss, the vision of his other mother. Where he was pleased that she hadn’t run off on him again, here was hardly the place he wished to see her. Snaking between figures, he would creep up to her and shove his shoulder against hers in a rather crude greeting.

Art by Kumiho-Kami/Ashon | Table code by Zodiac