originally posted in:The New Dojo
"So they're hunters, not soldiers? I can see why you'd hate them as you do. Maybe I was wrong for stopping you in the courtyard, but I didn't want you to end him that way, to see you consumed by the same rage that consumed me, and even my husband."
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"maybe you're right, but maybe it's too late for me, hell you can even see it in my body" he motioned to his lengthened horns and now-glowing eyes and even smaller changes, like flecks of black in the white of his fur, especially around his neck, the black arranging itself into hazy patterns that slowly seemed to sharpen as time went on "Heh, maybe I should've let them kill me, who's to say they won't come back and kill me or worse, kill anyone I might come to care for?"