antly and I got splashed across the face with its blood. I was entranced with the gushing red fluid pulsi... my time finding a clear pool of water to wash the blood off my face.
The ride back was quiet. I expected... eers last moments haunting me. The feeling of his blood on my face and under my boots. The odd gurgling noise it made when it took a breath. The way the blood pulsed out of its wound, not quite gushing anymor
urageous – and utterly nuts. I like him. Lynderly blood, can't mistake it. I can't help but wonder how [[... those facts enough to try and kill him, your own blood? Well, whatever it is, you killed the man I loved [[justine_lynderly|father]]. And that blood debt is something you can be sure I'm going to re