11-16-2022, 11:13 PM
It was minding its own business. Crying above the snow, even. But Astartes stares down at the shaking coyote, perhaps a year old, and sees only the daemon. It's on his territory. He hates it. It tries to draw closer to him for warmth, shelter from the snow, but the great brute rears up, snarls, and charges.
The coyote stumbles back, then flees. But Astartes does not give it quarter. No, he chases it down.
It bowls over. It cries. Astartes does not pause, does not even flinch as he takes the creature's life. Blood stains the snow, and Astartes stands. This lake is his home now, and he's not going to surrender it to chaos. He stands and takes a few steps away from its corpse. But there are eyes on him. He can feel them. His head turns in the direction of the intruder.
Would he need to remain in this mode, the mindset of a killer? Or would he greet this one with calmness, despite the blood on his fur? He waits until they draw closer.
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The coyote stumbles back, then flees. But Astartes does not give it quarter. No, he chases it down.
It bowls over. It cries. Astartes does not pause, does not even flinch as he takes the creature's life. Blood stains the snow, and Astartes stands. This lake is his home now, and he's not going to surrender it to chaos. He stands and takes a few steps away from its corpse. But there are eyes on him. He can feel them. His head turns in the direction of the intruder.
Would he need to remain in this mode, the mindset of a killer? Or would he greet this one with calmness, despite the blood on his fur? He waits until they draw closer.
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