Ryloth was not a place Damien loved, but it was not a world he hated either. The nightbrother turned Mandragora would not complain about his lot ever. He could have been on Dathomir still the plaything of the witches, and being filled with the lies that he was some kind of savior and ruler. Being along the Confederacy had dispelled that notion quickly.
There was freedom in truth.
The night was cool, a gentle spring breeze rusteled through the trees. The scent on the air promised a shift to summer. This would be the last spring breeze for the season if Damien’s nose was right. It was a perfect night for a kill, a hunt, a game of sport.
His fur was black and his eyes red. The darkness of his lineage shown clear when he moved about as the wolf. It was Damien’s preferred state when he was among other people, and for his first few weeks among the Confederacy, his only state. For a while Katrine had been the only one to see his human form, and the markings which littered his body.
Damien caught the scent. He followed it to the beasts which made for good hunting. As he neared there was another scent on the air, a new scent.
A Lupine, a new Lupine.
Suddenly Damien felt an overwhelming sense of competitiveness. Another could steal his prey, and he was not going to let that happen.
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There was freedom in truth.
The night was cool, a gentle spring breeze rusteled through the trees. The scent on the air promised a shift to summer. This would be the last spring breeze for the season if Damien’s nose was right. It was a perfect night for a kill, a hunt, a game of sport.
His fur was black and his eyes red. The darkness of his lineage shown clear when he moved about as the wolf. It was Damien’s preferred state when he was among other people, and for his first few weeks among the Confederacy, his only state. For a while Katrine had been the only one to see his human form, and the markings which littered his body.
Damien caught the scent. He followed it to the beasts which made for good hunting. As he neared there was another scent on the air, a new scent.
A Lupine, a new Lupine.
Suddenly Damien felt an overwhelming sense of competitiveness. Another could steal his prey, and he was not going to let that happen.
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