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Winter's Halo	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Betrayal Brings More

'Ya did 'em in pretty good.'
Voices; he could hear voices in the darkness. Some he couldn't identify.
'He wasn't too much trouble. I took him out in three blows.'
But somehow he knew that one; the tone of a previous prey. One he had nearly done in a few months prior. There was something eerily suspicious about this.
'Is he gonna live?'
'Not a chance. There's too much blood. He'll be done by the end of the day.'
Not if as long as he had breath in his body. No, he'd sworn himself for another purpose. He would not succumb to this traitor's pitiful gains. Hiei would come too, he would. Nothing would stop him from reciting his revenge.
'Why not kill 'em now and get it over with? No point in lettin' the shrimp suffer.'
'Idiot!' There was a loud sound of thick flesh connection to a solid surface followed by a crackling grunt. 'They left you for dead knowing you'd die too. I say let the bastard lay here and rot to death. Let's see how he likes it.'
'What about Kurama? Won't he be pissed?'
'Nah, Yomi's handling him too. We ain't gotta worry about pretty boy.' Shifting echoed against the dusted ground and in the midst of a silent pause, there came a slice of the wind and a horrid contract of a nude foot to the side of the prone form's ribcage, mixing a monstrous wave of heated agony with the fiery stings flooding within. 'We don't need to worry about this one either. Come on, the old man's gonna be here soon. He wants this messed clean up by sundown.'
'Think we can use the half pint for ransom? Maybe they'll give themselves up if we have 'em.'
'Nah Dad won't appreciate handicaps. He likes to have his kills done on his terms. Besides, Yomi's tryin' to get this shit done soon. And to be honest I'm getting' sick of this stink hole.'
Yomi? He was a part of this madness? What role did he play in all of this? Why would he go so far to betray them?
A hesitated sigh poured hastily down to the immobile victim and soon the pair of footsteps smacked soundlessly against the ground and their haggard voices lessened. 'Who's gonna handle the fox and bird when they get here?'
' When they get here we'll deal with Kuronue,' The obvious ring leader confirmed. 'Raizen wants to deal with Yoko on his own. By the end of all this bullshit the fox's head will be rollin'.
'Does Yomi know your dad's comin''
'nah but the bastard sure will be gettin' a wakeup call when he does.' Their footsteps lessened for every one taken until the wind's sudden roaring tremor swallowed them whole.
Yoko's . . . The Youko will die. Kuronue will be ambushed. What of Kurama? Where was Kisa? "N-no," The victim's breathed defiance hushed over the dirty smeared surface as the tips of his pointed talons dug angrily within, skin peeling back from the impelling strain, until reddened raw. He couldn't let this happen. He needed to be out there, Hiei had to get out.
They were going to die. They were . . . going to die.

He couldn't get there fast enough, the sound of his heart echoed profusely in the base of his arched ears for every ground pounding step taken. Iron prone grips wrapped around the solid agency of every tree limp to carry the angered entity through the forest. A torturous smell reeled the hairs of his body as it gradually became the evident conclusion of a fact he knew was happening.
Yoko could sense it all the closer he neared his territory. His home, his land, the sanctuary, everything he'd created from his bare hands was facing its cursed end. There would be no recovery from this madness. Streams of gun mental gray rippled by his eyes like an oceanic nightmare, waves of the toxic gases growing near suffocating as the trees cleared their way for their master.
So many mingled spices of seasoned spirit energy blended with the smell of immediate death only to vanish just as quickly. Drawn out odors indicated ruthless attempts to stay alive but soon those became just as lucid. Plasmin fluids sizzled and cooked to the heavens, rising as high as the choking pollution, now obscuring hazel eyes. His sights were limited to a mere few inches, but the recognition of what was near told him his distance was still gravely far.
Yet he pressed on. Yoko's arms, his legs, the bareness of his chest meet evilly with the twisted cruelty of the surrounding greenery as pure instinct dragged him through the forestry. Thoughts of summoning his pets to divide a passage were dimming as his mental stability. Multiple purposes lowered to singular intentions.
Save lives, kill the enemy.
The primal urge were what are navigating him closer and closer still. Foggy exhaust hastened in development, at its thickest near the ground, where the wind was at its weakest. So the fox was left to take his manner to the trees.
They were nearly there. The darkened fiend above has long since concealed his bodily frame in the camouflage of the burnishing clouds until his wings were just as an illusion, a trick of the mind.
There was nothing left for them to consider or focus on in their minds upon their arrival, soundlessly unpronounced, and sharpened eyes reading over the horrific landscape.
Burning, there was a trail of burning flesh, pulsating its hellish memoirs scene by scene. Yoko and Kuronue stood, side by side in the embrace of thickly wounded trees, nude of their nurtures, now only blackened skeletons. Ashes swished pass, stinging the balls of their widened eyes and the glaring focal of dismembered limbs laying painted over the once green grass. A rampage of merciless vengeance tore through the valley.
Uncare of the tortured was evident from the dishonorable disarray their bodies were done in. Frames of men burned into unfamiliar figures were hung by their throats on the very tips of razor thin sticks. Others were gruesomely dangled by their own hides, skinned violently while alive. The blood was fresh, sizzling in glassy pools under every decreased prey.
What little the currents could dismiss of the smoke, revealed only what the Youko knew to be an endless pandemonium. Licks of dissipating flames winked, tauntingly from the lips of skin they danced merrily over, lapping their chops on their prey. The earth's cries roared monstrously through the balls of Yoko's heels as she lashed and pleaded for revival. Her badly bruised hide was eclipsed with piles of ruptured indents and rounds of polluted fluids, red and dirtied.
Heated brimstone snarled and wiped through Yoko's nostrils as he crouched down to support of his ankles, head bowed. "A trap. We're being set up."
"Fine by me," Kuronue sneered, uncasing the sheath of his blades from their residence. "Hiei's in there. Dead or alive, I'm getting back what's mine."
Yoko was beyond grievance at this point and time. Someone dared to come within his lands to boldly make a statement known. The lives of his men were tore to ribbons, that of his son's scent was too dampened to determine his life status, and Shuichi's was too tangled with that of the lonely traitor's not far off from their bridge point.
During the lapse of time he'd been gone, there would've never been enough time for Yomi to be the only being here. No, there were more hellions apart of this horde of terror. There would be agony, no quickened deaths will be granted this day. All who'd betrayed him, all that wished to defile his good graces would be put to death by the slowest degrees.
In rough inhale took in the thousands of poisonous mixtures and the exhaled completion confirmed all the fox needed to know. There were two others, both high rankers, One B and there other a low A. Hiei was still hanging by the skin of his teeth. Shuichi was injured, bones broken, and Kisa unharmed saved for a tread of blood somewhere on his body. The lives of their bandits were a moot point. They were all dead, save for those barely clinging to life.
"I'm goin' for Hiei," Kuronue announced, decision not arguable. "I'll handle these two."
"Fine, Yomi's mine." Came the fox leader's acidic declaration.
Kuronue and Yoko knew the risks; they knew what needed to be done.
And so by a silent agreement exchanged through the slip of their narrowed eyes, the irises of hazel and lavender blue bled a reflective crimson. With a brisk nod, the speed of their full demonic ranks howled through their veins and tore them apart; one going for the throats of two and the other going for lowly traitor.

Kurama had been careless; his guard had been dulled due to thoughts of an illogical infatuation. Because of his own merger emotional feelings, it had him where he currently was; barely standing on the graces of his one steady leg and weakly holding the folds of his grass blade chest high.
The beginnings of this hellish Armageddon had come without warning, a sudden transaction of everyday living to that of wild explosions colorizing a full side of the territory. The immediate response had been shock and speechless awe as savagely he witnessed the cries of bandit villains being taken down under the cloak of relinquished rubble. The unveiling of several violently murdered bodies had come as a secondary surprise to the first of what really took his breath away.
Seeing Yomi's tunic literally soaked through his flesh with their blood and the look of a maniac's pleasure, sent a cold shiver down the human's spine.
First movement had been clear. He knew to get Kisa from here. Yomi's taste for blood was too surreal. He'd likely kill all who was in his way. Kurama hadn't the time to fathom the rhyme or reasons behind this twist of events. His only theory of survival was to hide for a moment and come up soon for attack.
All in the midst of his thoughts, his concern erupted as where Hiei was in the center of this calamity. Kisa's wicked squeals strongly yowled in the grasp of his guardian's haori as he clung for dear life. Eyes were sealed shut, wanting all of the suspenseful noises and screaming to end. He was scared. So very scared.
Kurama only thought of getting the child free of this psychotic trauma, soon finding a nestled placement inside a deep wedge of the earth, along the mountain's pathway going down. A crevice just sizable enough to fit the child's body was dug out fast with the human's fist, ignoring the battered cuts and slices of his palm.
"Eeep," Kisa whimpered, clawing anxiously at Kurama's shirt.
"Be still my Little One," Kurama soothed, despite the panic tremor beating in his heart. His blood was drowning with the rush of adrenaline. The time of his own death would be soon, he knew that much. But he'd be damned to the gates of hell if he allowed this child to meet the same fate.
With the hole dug just enough, Kurama felt his senses heightened at the approaching danger and quickly threw Kisa inside the hole, chanting a minor command for the earth to braid its protection over the kit. Kisa squealed, pleadingly be to be let free but his cries went unanswered. The only gesture of tenderness given was Kurama's look of sorrow and the grasp of the pup's hand in a large calloused palm. "Live for me, my love. Stay strong," Kurama whispered, caressing the child's hand with the press of his lips and stepping back to seal the tiny cavern's entrance with a wave of his hand. The hallowed prison would hold his kit for the time being and if things got to hectic, it'd allow for another passage to be opened into the catacombs.
Kurama's only hope from there would be that the child would be able to survive on his own should the act of this treason not be resolved.
Until then, Kurama had to get away from this place. Yomi's youki was getting nearer. The impulse to stir clear had to be gone against. The time of meet would be soon, but Kurama would be the one to choose when that happened. So he took a chance.
Looking between the only pure areas untouched of betrayal, Kurama leapt from the mountain ledge's path and landed dead center, unhidden and unfazed of the eyes he knew would be on him. The hairs on the back of his neck, wept with increasing mental fret with the anticipation of knowing he'd be killed. But the thrill of upcoming combat was what caused his feet to dash over the crumbling earth, rounding fast along the perimeter.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he catches Yomi having gone to where he'd last been with Kisa and still letting the deepest black of his eyes following the human's stride. His demonic poise was stalking his prey, already aware that he wouldn't get away.
Kurama knew as well, but he wasn't stupid. His death would come but not without taking this traitor with him—suddenly something glistened to his right flank. Cutting his double vision towards the source a small smile pulled his lips to the side and a brief nod manipulated his next move.
With his arms pulled behind in the shape of a V and the flat of his shoes slamming vigorously against the ash covered dirt, purposely kicking up as much cover as he could, the balled creases of his fingers pinched a disguised seed wherever his foot pressed in. The burnt soil was at its richest and very nourishing for his servants to give their all. One by one a different breed of life was secured with one whispering shot, followed by another, until none remind in the confinements of his sleeves.
By then, Yomi had long since gained ground on him from his aerial pursuit and took the instant to scramble over the knife edge of the mountain and land his weight on the on ground. The forceful magnitude of his A enlisted strength floored Kurama stunned for the briefest second—just long enough to Yomi to spring forward, sword fully extended as long as his arm's length.
Kurama couldn't help but cry out as the sword passed through the muscled tissue of his flank, tearing a clean sheer through. Facial features contoured in a remarkable twist of pain, was quick to restructure as the human turned around extending his palm in a sharpened motion and slicing around to catch the side of Yomi's neck and shoulder joint.
A small nick that nearly cost the fool his life as he lowered his chin to his chest to pressurize more thickness in that section to save his jugular's cord. Changing the seize direction of his blade, the hilt wildly dug into the ground to halt Yomi's stumbling balance so as to plug the leak of blood freely flowing. "Lucky shot," he chuckled sarcastically. "Thought I had you off guard there."
Staunching the tenuous spill of his own vital fluids, Kurama reached inside his hair securing two balled seeds. One he plopped in his mouth, eyes screwed tight from the raw taste of ballast venom stored inside and at the pain of it coursing towards the wound on his side. The other accompanying seedling was stretched in a hooked dagger, the roots possessively coiling around their master's wrist.
A numbing agent had begun to form a sticky mucus along the slender pieces of flesh hanging loosely from its connection, in order to seal it in a crusted bandage. "Why," the mortal hissed through against the netting of flesh. "Why do this so suddenly Yomi?"
"Tsk," Yomi snorted. "I don't have to answer to a human. I do what I want when I want."
"But this mutiny? Would you really go this far because of your hatred for me?"
"Silence; I wouldn't give yourself that much praise you lowly weakling," Yomi grounded angrily through his teeth. "You're hardly worth the extent of all this destruction."
"Then why do this at all!" Kurama hissed venomously. "What has happened to make you so spiteful of this clan? They've been nothing but loyal to you!"
"They were loyal to that damned Yoko. Look at what he's done to the band's spirits!" With a swipe of his hand, Yomi thought to emphasize his rage. "They were getting soft, weak. Yoko was losing out on what made us real thieves. His patience gets us nowhere, we have to wait for weeks before going to the next job and when it came time for the kill he would back down." His sword swirled in his hand to its flat surface. "Who wants to be led by a pussy leader, when I'm more than capable of starting my own tribe?"
"But—arg," The buckling pain ripped through Kurama side. "But to kill them all for no reason? You could not simply leave to do your own plans? You had to go and destroy our home? To kill those who looked up to you? Was it all worth their deaths Yomi?"
"They would've never followed me. They were brainwashed, all stupefied into believing we could continue to live this kind of cowardly life." Yomi took on a half bent stance, half his torso turned in a guarded position. "But I plan to lead my own path by ending his. With him gone, I'll be the only Thief known here. It'll be my named feared amongst the lands."
"You're a fool Yomi," Slightly shaking his head to the insolence and bullheaded ideals, Kurama in turn, begrudgely took upon his own battle pose, his dagger draw across his chest, with his left hand cupped over the drying wound. "Your plan will surely end before you're given the chance to act. Why take this risk for a lost cause? You'll only wind up getting fooled in the long run."
"Shut up!"
"Get a grip, you know I'm right!" Kurama shot back angrily. "You know as well as me this ridiculous plan of yours is free laced. You're acting on pure thrill and nothing else. What will you do from here? How will you begin your plans? Yoko probably already knows of this by now." A grunt escaped from within his throat as he winched from another sheet of dull pain. "H-he'll kill you when he gets here."
"Hn," Grunted the arrogant goat demon, stretching his arm in a long prepared motion. "I'm not worried about him. I wouldn't put it pass the jackass to have figured out half way through. But he's just like you, slow to react and always needs to organize before taking care of the problem right then. I'll handle his ass when he gets here."
"You're his friend Yomi," The human felt he needed to stress. "He wouldn't act because he wanted to see if you'd really go through with this."
"If he were my friend he would've listened the day he brought you here. If he were my friend he wouldn't have allowed a damned child to live amongst a bunch of thieves or let a stranger reside withus so easily. Yoko's gone soft and it's about time someone else takes the lead." The goat traitor shrugged a shoulder as if to dismiss a thought transaction. "He'll kill me in due time maybe, but you won't be alive long enough for it to matter."
For the smallest instant, Kurama's eyes switched from the enemy to the side before giving his full focus on the goat. "Then humor me. I won't live long past this battle with you. At least tell me who you're working with, and what you hope to gain with their help? All of this couldn't have been done by you alone."
There was only a few moments of hesitation from Yomi's end until he conceded mentally that there wouldn't be any harm in detailing a few lines about the ingenious of his plot to his victim. After all he'd be long gone beforehand anyway.
Cockiness etched an uneven curve of muscles in Yomi's face as his stance went lax a bit, only slightly shifting his foot to the left to lessen stiffness. "Fine, I'll tell you all I need to know." Switching his blade to the other hand, Yomi sniffed the air for signs of any living witnesses nearby but strangely . . . all he could detect was gentle billows of pollen originating from something. But he brushed it aside not thinking too much into it. "The plan started after the first mission with the kid. The snakes were Raizen's kid's idea. I figured out that much during the retreat and I saw the two lingering near the end. I went to investigate since it looked suspicious to see Makai's prince wondering about the boonies. Him and his twisted sex pup, Kuwabara got caught up in their sick love and hadn't realized I had my blade at their throats. I asked the questions, they answered, them all."
"Was that all?" Kurama panted, mildly growing dizzy from the poison's side effects.
"Oh no," Chuckled Yomi. "Far from it. I swear I would've killed 'em if the prince boy hadn't offered me a deal. Ya know the jazz, scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. He said if I could bring 'em the Yoko's head, he'd guarantee his name was forgotten and easily replace all his shit with mine and ensure I hand my own clan to start with after I got rid of this bunch. The snakes, all of it from there on was my planning. But I tried to take you out when the kids first got here but that damned Koorime had to get involved."
"Foolish—," Kurama coughed through the lack of moisture in his windpipes and tried again. "You'll die. You will die trying to go about this Yomi. That arrogance will get you killed. You'll get your own men, you'll go about impersonating yourself as the heroin of my lover's ventures and for the sake of nothing. Yusuke—Yusuke won't give you a thing. Raizen kills all who stands in his way or tries to double cross him. You think it'll make since to get rid of one master thief, only to allow one other to live? What manner of fool will you take him for? It's all ludacris."
"I'm not too worried about the King. He's never the type to do his own dirty work. He'll have the Yoko's head served cold and by then I'll already have my place written and dried on his ransom notices."
"And what of Kisa Yomi? The child was fond of you. Will you allow him to die in the mass of all this?"
For the slightest second, he gave thought to the tiny toddler—but whatever images manifested were soured and disdained. "He's not my problem. Whether he lives or dies is no concern of mine." During his last sentence, Yomi suddenly felt this urge of panic strike the baby hairs of his neck, and sniffed the atmosphere for any signs of nearby survivors. But still he came up with nothing but the now heavier perfume of flowery pollen. The scent was flamboyantly sweet and thick with clogging his nostrils.
That's when it struck him with the strength of an atomic slam—Yomi swiped around, eyes gazing over and above to see hovering currents of a misted coral shade, sparkling glitter stained particles. The dust clouds were landing all over him. By then his skin was turning a strange look of dark red with the stuff acting as a base. "What the fuck?" It was getting heavier, the sheets coming in blankets. "Son of a bitch." It all of all a full minute for him to put two and two together that this was some form of immunity trigger. Something in his body would eventually shut down; a damned trick he'd learned from his once ruling leader.
It was long after the obscuring allergens were clouding his vision to just a few feet in front of him. His vision was limited to just what he could see right there. His smell was clogged with heavily sadated mucus and the aftermath of it was drizzling from his nose. "Shit," he tried hacking it out with one long snort and spitting away the toxins only to come up with his own saliva. "Damn Yoko!" He shouted to the unseen figure. "I know you're here. No mind tricks, come and fight me like a man!"
'Life's more important than the reward Yomi.' The dark haired man twisted around to the words whispered so close to his ears. It felt so close; he could literally feel the warmth of someone's lips caressing the shells.
'You will die my friend. But that is not my decision to make. Fate will determine your misery.'
Voices carried and surrounded the prey, speaking as various entities. There was never just one voice; there were many, dozens radiating from a piece of the falsified mist as if it were its own person. Some spoke of pity, others of pure malice. Those with cruel intentions spoke the lowest, trying Yomi insane. His knees buckled, "Get out Yoko!" He growled out starting to slash his blade at nothing in hopes of hitting the creator.
'You'll die. You'll die. You'll die. You'll die.'
It was so hard to tell who was where, how they came to be, his nose was of no use to him. All he could rely on was his own eyes and even those were beginning to sting something vicious. The tones were migrating from one end of the spectrum to the next. He couldn't distinguish which was real and which wasn't.
"Fate has made her decision . . ." That voice, so close and right there. Was it real? "But I will assist with your misery."
Words as chilled as the ices of winter honed in a single ear. There was no mercy, no sounds of remorse drummed in a single word. Illusions were betraying him, handing the fool a taste of his own medicine. His eyes could see, yet what he believed he saw was a shadowy tall frame closing in by the slowest degrees. Something was approaching but could he really believe what he was witnessing? Was this really the Yoko coming near or some blasted mind game from the pollen.
So he wasn't positive by the time the figure took form and came within five feet if it were real or feigned. The creature moved as if being alive and actually before him. It held a thorned whip nestled tight in his grasp and a look of dangerous frost bleeding a deadly red. Its arm extended whipping the belted greenery into an elongated blade, twice as long as it's owner—and it drove forward as would a knight's blade dubbing a challenge.
"Suffer long."
That voice, crystal clear as an icicle gem rung furiously like a finalized departure. Yomi realized too late that the creature was real, it's voice only hinting at a tiny slither of wounded pride and the majority ruling as cruel and distilled hardness. . .
He hadn't the chance to defend himself when it happened.
Cutting edge agony silenced his world of sight forever as a long stretch of the deepest and slowest slice buried into his sockets, digging out the pearls of his eyes. Blinding sheer torture rung in a breathless heaves as he clued his hands to his face to discover his eyes dangling from the cores of loosen veins, blood spewing from the openings. Darkness, there was nothing but darkness as if trapped in a swirling hell, Yomi was reduced to wallowing on the ground, holding his empty sockets in vain. His back arched violently against the ground as he rolled and slammed against the ground with the graces of an injured dog. "Yoko . . . Yoko . . . fuck!" He shrieked with anguish and heart wrenching despair. "Dammit Yoko!"
His howls reached the two large silver ears—but they went unheard and unpitied.
So he was left there to be swallowed in his own shame and forever in his eternal abyss and as long as he lived, he'd curse the one forever who stole his light.

Yoko emerged from his own creations, finding Shuichi where he'd stashed him before the cloud of misery could take hold. The boy had been secured in the hollowed contents of a nearby tree, one of few that had miraculously escaped a blackened burn.
He sat eyes screwed tightly against the pain as his body shunned a faint layer of emerald, a sign of him controlling the effects of the ingested miasma. With his head bowed and full concentration gravitated to that on purpose, he had realized his beloved had returned until the feel of combing claws drifting through his perspired banes.
Eyes remaining closed, he lead forward into the soothing fondle as a way to distract his pain and before he knew it, lips were suckled over his own, nursing the deserted plumps until they no longer held cracked lacerations. Yoko licked and tasted all that happened to his charge until getting his fell and resting his brow against the others. "You'll live." He declared.
"I will." Shuichi said softly. "But only for so long. Where is Yomi?"
"Clinging to his sanity," Yoko gravelly relayed. "But not for long." Then he frowned.
Shuichi could care less what happened to the Yomi. He chose his own destiny and whatever awaited him, would be seen.
"Where is Kisa?" Yoko questioned. "I can't sense his youki."
"I-I hid him. Near the covet opening just above the catacombs. He's safe there for the time being. We'll need to get back to him soon."
A washed flood of relief coursed the Yoko's eyes open and closed after hearing his kit's whereabouts were known and his life safe. "We need to get you somewhere to tend your wounds."
"No," Shuichi gasped, shaking his head. "No—I need—we need to get to Hiei. He's hurt. I feel it. He needs us."
Yoko paused, and his lips pulsed. "We'll get to him. Kuronue's already on his way there."
"But I want to be there Yoko. Take me to him," The emerald eyes slowly gained a shred of strength just to look into those hazel honeyed eyes, softened for the moment just for him with a silent plea.
A chuckle came then, "My dear Shuichi," Was all the fox said as he stood with the weakened child in his arms. To be reduced to nothing by the eyes of this human. How many times has that happened before?
It was just as he stood mid erection, his ear flipped to the side picking up coils of slicing winds narrowing down from above. Something was falling fast, too heavy to be Kuronue and fall too savage to maintain a graceful descent. The scent of pollen unfortunately knew no friends and the fox's senses were also dwindled to that of a child's. But what little he could taste on his tongue from one inhale, roared the spits of hairs on his fur on end.
Shuichi's body stiffened at what he sensed. A spiritual and demonic temptation was agitating his own in such a powerful magnitude he felt his heart constricting from its sheer power. It pulled and clogged his throat sealed that he drowned in its unseen strength.
Fingers coiled in the cloth of Yoko's tunic wordlessly seeking his aid. The Yoko in turned rose his youki to counter the massive energies and thinned his lips at what he knew was to come.
"Y-Yoko," Shuichi wheezed with his digits tightly wound in the silk.
"He's here."
Just as the words emptied from his lips, the predator touched down dead center of the lands, eyes wildly as untamed as the parachuted pale hair landing after his feet cracked the earth's chest in half. Damaging maple eyes lavished the desolate place with calm speculation, but it was Raizen's nostrils that told him all he needed to know.
His prey was here.

TBC: Finally my writer's block is over! Thank God! Only four chapters to go.
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