Feral Heart

Rage. Burning, blinding rage flickered like a flame beneath her skin as she paced along the edge of the camp. The smell of blood still burned her nose, but that had long been pushed to the back of her mind. The wound carved into her hind leg stung with each step she took, but the Dire was not about to give up. She would stand guard and wait all night if that’s what it came to. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, that time was cut short when another scent alerted her that there was someone else still in the camp.

    Aya whirled around with a snarl as a figure emerged from the trees, with yellow eyes just as wide and surprised as hers at first glance. “Eztli?”

    There, the head Guard of the Moors towered over her, looking just as horrified as the young dire had been when she had returned. His ears were flat as he took in the scene, but it wasn’t the sight of the massacre that seemed to have shocked him, but more the sight of Aya, standing there in the midst of it all.  Quickly realizing his fear and recovering from her relief, Aya stepped towards him, slowly. “Eztli, it isn’t what it looks like-”

    “What are you doing here?” He growled in a low voice.

    Aya knew something was off. The same feeling of dread was forming a knot in her stomach that she’d felt earlier. That smell…

    “I went against Matlalihuitl’s orders,” she confessed. “I wandered out to the City’s borders to see if I could track down Kieran for him. Nahul came to find me and-”

    “Nahul left the camp?” Eztli cursed under his breath, stepping through the mud towards Aya. Large black lips were pulled back to reveal his large fangs. They were lined with a deep crimson, and dread filled the smaller wolf.

    It was never the smell that was missing. The Ikrans….they were never behind this. The scent had been here the whole time. The large shapes of larger Dire’s emerged from the woods, eyes glowing and the silence filled with deep growls and gleaming teeth peaked through the darkness. Aya stumbled backward as Eztli continued forward with the same murderous glint in his eyes as the Ikran wolves had. “It was not my intention for you to return so soon. I would have thought that Colel and Haldwin were smart enough to take care of you,” he growled. There wasn’t any warning in his voice. Only that of pure disappointment and determination. “I thought for sure that Itzcali’s death would be enough to tie that damn Nahul to the camp.”

    “Itzcali was murdered,” Aya snarled, her mind racing. Were they trying to circle her? What had Eztli been planning? “Nahul killed him. He-” She’d been baited. All those months ago. Could it be true that Nahul hadn’t been a traitor? “I’m warning you, Eztli. I’ll tear your throat out.”

    How many Dires had sided with him? What was even going on? Aya couldn’t begin to process it. Eztli. Her father’s most trusted guard.

    “Come now, Princess,” he sneered. “Let’s end this quickly.”

    “Eztli!” Aya whirled around to see a smaller Dire bounding in from across the Moors, fur streaked with mud and blood. There was a scent sticking to him that she couldn’t quite figure out. It was musty and rotted. Almost like the smell of a corpse. “I come with news of the City. Colel and Haldwin are dead. Prince Kieran hasn’t returned yet. Last we saw of him, he was chasing another into the woods.”

    Eztli shot Aya a dark look. “Shit,” he growled, turning to look over his shoulder at the larger wolves behind him. “Fan out. Search for the Reaper. And I’ll bet a weeks worth of prey that the beloved prince is with her.” Eztli turned his attention back to Aya with a low snarl, and she flattened her ears. “As for you….”

    Aya whirled, tearing through the mud and grass of the Moorland. If she could just make it into the woods, maybe she could lose him. But the pain in her leg was making it nearly impossible for her to see straight. The edges of her vision were blurred and her trembling legs threatened to give out under her. Chances were that Eztli was still right behind her. Ending her life at the fangs of one she once trusted wasn’t entirely the way she wanted to go. Maybe if she’d been able to stand up for herself and fight; to get revenge for what her former packmate had done….but who was she kidding? Eztli was nearly the size of the Ikran Dires, there was no way that even Nahul could beat him, alone.

    If Nahul was facing off against two Ikrans, who’s to say she even made it out?

    Aya slowed to a panting, stumbling trot as the sound of Eztli’s footsteps faded, lost in the distance. She couldn’t stop for long, that much she knew. But the pain in her leg flared with each rapid beat of her heart.

    I cannot think like that. Nahul is alive. She’s coming back.

    Darkness loomed around her, trees towering over her and casting black shadows across the Earth under her paws. The clouds were beginning to open, the rain releasing and falling down, clinging to her pelt. This could buy her some time, and wash away her scent. But not quickly enough. Glancing down, she lifted her leg, paws dripping and matted with mud. She wouldn’t be able to hide, leaving those prints behind. Taking a moment to curse, she whirled her back towards the treeline, stalking farther into the woods. Ears perked, she weaved her way slowly through the roots and overgrown grass. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig had her bracing for a fight, fur standing on its end and teeth bared.

    Please, Nahul. Tell me you’re safe. Tell me Kieran got to you in time.

    Weight barreled into her side, latching onto her as they tumbled across the ground. Aya kicked up with her hind legs, knocking the figure off of her. He rolled, pouncing to his feet almost immediately with a snarl. She crouched before him, ears flat and fur raised. Everything about the Dire was prepared for attack. Narrowed eyes and even the smallest curl of his tail.

    Power pulsed through every muscle in his body, eyes bright with genuine hate and ferocity. In a flash, he sprang at her, jaws wide open and teeth ready to tear into her flesh. Aya flinched, shrinking into the mud. A vicious bark pierced the air, instead, and she dared to look. Before her stood the largest wolf she’d ever seen. Twice the size of any Dire around, even more so than the Ikrans. Shining red fur glittered with the rain that clung to it, and below it’s massive black paws was her former packmate. Through the rain and mud, she couldn’t make out what was blood and what was mud. Still, he twisted and squirmed under the weight of the red wolf.

    “Rezi,” another voice commanded, and Aya twisted around to see another, roughly the same size as the female, charging towards them. “Let him go. He can run back to his pack of bastard traitors and tell them what he saw.” Yellow eyes flashed as he crouched in front of Eztli with a sneer pulling back at his lips. Eztli snapped his fangs at the male, who remained just out of reach.

    Rezi, presumably the red wolf, scowled, and lifted her large paw with a scoff, lashing her tail in reluctance. Eztli scrambled to stand, and for a fearful moment, Aya wondered if he was going to try and take on the larger wolf. One warning look from Rezi, and nothing but a disdainful growl came from his lips before he turned, retreating to the Moors in defeat.  Safe in the tall grass and shrouded in the dark, Aya hoped that by some chance they hadn’t seen her. But of course, that moment was short lived as the male turned to face her.

The look in his eyes was cold, disinterested as he surveyed the small female at his feet. It was like he’d never seen a wolf as small as her. Aya had never felt so small, before, and that was even after facing off against two Ikran Dires.

“Rezi,” he barked over his shoulder, and she turned. Her eyes shared the same bored and annoyed look that his did. “Follow Eztli back to his hideout, and report back to me. I have something far more interesting to take back with me.”

Eztli? Is he saying he knows him?

Rezi sighed, standing and shaking the rain from her pelt, flicking the mud from her paws in an effort to seem annoyed. “Sure thing, your highness,” she grumbled, before lumbering off into the darkness.

Aya watched in awe as she disappeared through the trees. What kind of wolves were these? And why did they bother saving her to begin with? Her gaze flicked over to the large male that circled her, slowly, as though he were eyeing her as prey.
Maybe the question she should be asking was how they knew Eztli.

“Can you stand?”

“What?” The she-wolf blinked, taken a bit by surprise when he spoke to her.

“The wound on your leg.” He nodded to it with an annoyed flick of the ear. “Can you walk on it?”

“Right,” she shook of her moment of confusion and awe as she stood on shaking legs. Not much weight could be put on her hind leg, but it was enough that she could limp on it. For how long, though, would be a different story. “Might I ask, who are you, anyways?”

“The name’s Nox,” he responded, and Aya wasn’t sure why she was surprised when he actually answered. He looked over her one last time before scanning the area around them, nose in the air. Almost instantly, his ears pulled back and eyes narrowed as he picked up on something. All Aya was greeted with was rain. “Get moving,” he commanded. “There’s two more Ikran-bastards lurking around.”

Aya followed behind Nox, head low and shoulder hunched slightly. Her body was almost twitching, urging her to run while she still had the chance. Though the pain and nauseating smell of blood reminded her of how she couldn’t. She’d likely bleed out trying to get away. Besides, it wasn’t like Nox would let her get away. Even if she managed to, with his size, she wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Where are you taking me?”

“The Tunnels of Neona,” he answered, his voice edging on the proud side, where Aya’s blood ran cold. “Or as the legends like to call them, the Labyrinth of the Damned.”

“Those are just fantasies,” the she-wolf reasoned, desperately. “Tales to keep the young inside their dens at night, and to keep those in training from straying too far beyond the borders. They-”

“And from what I can tell, the fantasies worked real well for you,” he growled, flicking his tail. “But I assure you, the tunnels are in fact real. They are no mere fantasy. Tell me, do I look damned to you?” Nox  grinned a sickly wide grin over his shoulder, showing off his teeth.

Nox’s face was unsettling in the dark, with his dark, matted fur clinging to his skin from the rain, eyes too yellow for a normal Dire and teeth too sharp. The scars visible to Aya were too deep and too fresh to look healed, but not enough that they were new. The horror on Aya’s face must not have been hidden well in the dark, because Nox only chuckled, facing forward again as they walked. “Maybe you do think so,” he mused, almost pleased. “And maybe I am. But they say only the damned can enter the Labyrinth. Or so the stories say. So tell me, Ayauhteotl, are you damned?”

Hello, all! It's been a hot second since I've posted, let alone been online! So, several years ago I'd written the 'When the River Runs Red' series, which turned into the 'Forbidden Lands,' and the 'Eleventh Wolf.' Upon working on a few other books, I've hit a writers block, and decided to revisit some old ideas of mine. One of my oldest and most interesting works being this series!

In light of the idea for my newest novel, I've decided to rewrite this series and turn it into the story it should have been, even back then. It had been a rather popular story on here when I'd started it (and I do wonder why, with how dreadful the writing was.) That all being said, here is the official first chapter of the reboot!

One last thing, I'm curious if anyone on here remembers the original series (the names of the characters have been changed) but if you do, please comment! I'd love to hear what you think about the reboot!


Shadows danced through the streets in the distance, walking in uniform and the distant sound of barks and howls drifted through the abandoned city. At the top of the hill, just beyond the borders of the city sat a lone wolf. Red fur shone against the bright light of the moon, watching through dark eyes at the figures below.

    Footsteps approached behind her, a familiar scent drifting in the breeze as a larger figure joined at her side in silence. The air that lingered between the two was tense. For several minutes, it seemed as though neither of them were going to speak up. Though finally, a low sigh erupted from deep within the throat of the larger Dire. “Aya,” she spoke in a low warning, yellow eyes peering over at the smaller female. “I know what you’re thinking. Matla (Matlalihuitl) will have your head if he finds out you’ve been sniffing around the borders, again.”

    “Quiet, Nahul,” Aya growled, refusing to meet the gaze of the other. “I’m not going down there. I’m just...watching. It’s been months since our last contact. That’s the longest we’ve gone without hearing from Kieran or the others. No word of the Covenant or any attacks on the patrols.” Her dark eyes narrowed as she rose to her feet, ears flattening against her head. “What the hell are they planning?”

    Nahul’s tail twitched lightly as she surveyed the area below them. As she was no stranger to the war, unlike the young Aya that stood beside her, she was easily more accustomed to the Covenant and the laws that followed in its wake. However, that did not mean that she herself had followed so closely to them. Still though, launching an outright attack against the Ikran Dire’s was not something she would have ever considered doing in her wildest dream. She almost feared the thoughts that were running through Aya’s head as she stared down at the decrepit city.

    The wind made a subtle change in direction, tossing leaves across their large paws and trailing unfamiliar scents across their noses. Nahul flicked her ear, nose to the wind as her body went rigid.  She didn’t even have time to alert her friend when a large black shape lunged out of the darkness and pinning Aya to the ground with a low growl. Nahul was on her feet, lips curled back beyond her fangs. Another wolf stood between her and Aya, badly scarred with long, grey fur that stood bristled and tail arched.

    Aya stared up at the wolf that had her pinned. Bright green eyes nearly glowed in the dark, glinting with a hideous bloodlust. The smaller wolf bared her fangs with a growl. “What are you doing here, pup? This isn’t your territory.”

    “They reek of the Moors,” the other wolf sneered over his shoulder.

    “Moorish Dire’s,” the brown wolf mused with the flick of his ear. “You pups are a long way from home. I’ll bet Lord Akna would be more than pleased if we brought the heads of a couple Moorish blackhearts.” An excited growl sounded from his throat as his mouth opened, reaching towards Aya in a slow, almost taunting act.

    Nahul lunged at the grey wolf before her with a snarl. Just enough of a distraction that Aya twisted under the weight of her attacker, sinking her teeth into his leg and clambering out from underneath him. “I’ll have your head if you think for a second I’d let a couple of daft human-dwellers touch the princess,” Nahul snarled, teeth bared and eyes locked onto the larger Ikran.

    “I’ll be damned, Colel,” muttered the brown Dire as he retreated behind the other with a defeated limp. “It’s the so-called royalty. How lucky.”

    “Haldwin,” Colel warned. He and Nahul stood a tails length away from one another. “These aren’t just any Moorish bastards. It’s the Reaper. Her royal little pup friend is just a bonus.”

    Aya growled. The two shared a glance that lasted but a second, and Nahul closed the space between her and Colel, sinking her teeth into his back and latching on. Aya pounced at Haldwin, who met her in the air halfway. The two collided in a mess of teeth and claws, scraping and raking against each others flesh. Teeth sank into skin and claws tore at fur.

    A shocked and pain yelp sounded as Haldwin held down the smaller Dire with a triumphant grin, laced with pure malice. “A little Moorish brat like yourself really shouldn’t have strayed so far from home.” His tongue ran across his lips, taunting and hungry as he pressed Aya’s face into the ground. “But it’s sure been-”

    The Dire was thrown from his perch on top of the female as Colel collided with him, the two landing in a heap beside Aya. “Run, Aya!” Nahul panted. Blood dripped from her lips and stained her teeth red. She straightened her stance as Aya clambered to her feet, legs aching under her weight. “I’ll hold them off. Get back to the Moors. Warn Matla and the others.”

    Aya didn’t argue. She knew that if anyone could buy her time, it was Nahul. With a brief nod of gratitude, she took off down the back of the hill and towards the vast woods on the other side of the open field.

 Pain ignited in her leg with every stride she took, and a dizzying nausea swept over her the faster she ran. In the distance, she could still hear the fight raging on up on that hill. That only made her run faster. The small Dire was aware of the approaching shape behind her, one that she couldn’t even hope to outrun. But stopping wasn’t much of an option. She’d simply have to keep running, and wait for the large Ikran to overtake her. From there, she’d have to hope for the best. The field stretched out for what looked like miles to her, and with the Ikran close on her tail, she knew it was only a matter of time before-

“Aya!”

    “Kieran?” The Dire came bounding up beside her, easily matching her speed. To a full Dire, especially that of the city-dwelling Ikrans, the speed of a Moorish Dire was nothing but a leisurely trot in the field.

    Kieran, the large brown and black Ikran looked Aya over, gold eyes glinting in almost concern. “What happened?”

    “Went looking for you,” the female panted in response. “Didn’t cross the border but...Ikran guards caught us. Nahul is still back there. I have to warn Matla!”

    Kieran nodded, and followed her without another word into the woods. Bringing a human-dweller inside Moor territory was taboo that went without say, but Aya had little choice in the matter. She would need all the help she could get, and Kieran was one of the few Ikrans allowed inside since the war began. Once inside the Moors territory, the two of them slowed to a mild trot. Dread knotted in her stomach as she crawled through the thicket and crossed into the Moorland, Kieran right behind her. Something was off, but she couldn’t place what it was. The only scent in the air was the overwhelming smell of an incoming storm.

    “So,” Kieran opted to break the silence as they headed towards the back of the Moors. “Matla decided to release Nahul back into the wild?”

    “That’s no concern of yours, Kieran,” Aya warned him.

    “Perhaps not,” the Dire agreed, head lowered slightly. His eyes trailed over Aya’s body, and he flicked his ear, noting the blood that dripped down her leg in an alarming amount. “But maybe that wound is. It looks pretty severe.”

    “Let’s just get to the base and I’ll deal with it later. Right now, Nahul is up against two of your over-sized human-dwelling mutts by herself.” Guilt crept into the back of her mind at the thought.

    “Because the Reaper can’t handle herself,” Kieran growled with a lash of his tail in annoyance. “Ever wonder why we call her that?”
    Aya froze. A storm wasn’t the only thing in the air, now. There was something else. The unmistakable stench of blood, and an overwhelming amount of it. “No,” she uttered, the terror evident in her voice. “Matla!”

    “Ayauhteotl! Wait!” Aya hardly heard him as she ran, paws thudding against the ground and sinking into the mud. The smell was getting closer, and was only more sickening the closer she grew to the dens. The sight that lay before her was horrifying. Crimson streaked across the grass, the water stained red with blood. Bodies of the slaughtered torn open and strewn across the camp. It seemed no lives where spared, not even the young.

The stillness in the air was unbearable. But the scents mixed with the blood and death….among it, something was off. Something else was missing.

“Ayauhteotl! Aya, I….oh Stars…” Kieran had come up behind her, halting in his tracks. War was never a good thing, but to massacre an entire pack, to spill the blood of the young and leave them there to bleed out and rot so the vultures feed on their bones...that was low, even for the Ikran Dire’s.

“Kieran,” Aya growled, slowly making her way deeper into the camp. “Listen closely. Return to the City. Find Nahuatl. Get her back here. Safe. And if your human-dwelling mutts did anything to her, I’ll kill them myself.”

In her heart, Aya knew well that not even one of those Ikran Dire’s could do something like this. The putrid scent of the City was nowhere to be found in the camp. The smell was fresh, the massacre having only happened just before they arrived. Had the Ikrans been the one to do this, Aya was more than certain they would have seen them disappearing into the woods.
Whether it be fear, hatred, or sorrow within her, she couldn’t tell. Maybe above all, it was numbness.

  In a world of nothingness, evil lurks at every corner.
        Now, who will challange it?


        One side will rise up against the dark. The light will reclaim they're land and fight for what's theirs.
        The battle of the century is about to begin, but only one rise.

        You have to be strong enough.

        You have to want it.

        The land is yours to claim.

        But, who will claim it?

        Fight for the light. Claim you land.

        Or, fight for the dark. Powerful, dripping with death, the dark is destined to rise.

       

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        The most lethal war of all time is about to begin. Who will you fight for?

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        Character name: Djyra

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        Dark or Light? Dark

        Strengths: She has large, powerful wings that carry her to no end. She is strong and highly lethal, but also very manipulative.

        Weakness': Despite this, she is blind. Her eyes were clawed out by her brother in attempt to save her from the demons, though he failed. She is quick to anger, which makes it hard to remain allies with her.

        Age: Immortal

        Family: Crypt (brother; deceased), Silver (mother; alive), Ryota (father, deceased)

        RP Sample: Djyra walked through the woods, snow crunching under her feet, feeling as her wings, torn from her recent fight, ached. Her paws hurt, and she finally sat, unable to go on. Where am I going? None of this smells familiar, she thought to herself, until she sensed a figure somewhere near.

        It was dark in the alley, which made me wonder why anyone would want to be walking through it late at night, with only a street lamp lighting the street, just outside the alley. Either way, the smell of the human was mouth-watering. Blood still dripping down my chin, I leaned forward off the roof of the building and took a deep breath, savoring the smell. Well,  I thought,  I guess a bit more couldn't hurt!  I watched as the figure danced through the dark, eyes closed and humming. "You're mine " I hissed, hurling myself off the roof and dropping down in front of him. After hitting the concrete, a wave of excitement swept over the boy, making his scent even more powerful.

        I ran my tongue over my lips,  and licked the blood off my fingers as his ruby eyes took me in. Not what I expected of such a pleasant smell. Thin, almost feminine figure, very pale with white hair. I looked him up and down, noting the red stitches that climbed his right arm and the double red stitches under his lips and right eye. I also noted the red stitches that trailed down his neck and disappeared under his black tank top, hidden under his unbuttoned shirt. "Hello, ghoul! " He smiled, waving a stitched hand at me.

        Hmph, damaged goods. Oh well, he sure smells good. "Holy moly!" He gasped, grinning. "You're another one of those one eyed ghouls, aren't you? "

        I took a step back,  and narrowed my red eye, gleaming from behind my mask.  "I'm not up for games, boy, " I growled. With nothing but a small pinch,  my Rinkaku kagune released, all four pointed directly at the human.

        He pouted and took a step back, staring at my kagune in wonder. "What a fine quinque those would make, " he hummed.

        I arched them, sending them towards him at high speeds. They hit the ground, sending stones and dirt into the air, leaving nothing but a hole in the cracked concrete. He dodged the attack easily. "I'd love to stay and play, ghoul, but as you can see, I got a little lost. I hope you can forgive me," he smiled. "I hope to see you around, ghoul! It's sure been fun! "

        Before I could react, he'd darted out of the alley and down the street. I frowned, licking the blood from my arm. Too bad he got away. It's late, anyway. I should get home.

        My kagune tightened and shrank back into  nothing, curling up in my back. I sighed and turned away, disappointed that such a fine human was to go to waste. "What are you talking about, Mika?" I asked myself. "I need to report back to Rize, so I can give her the rest of my share, after all, I do hunt on her territory."

        Running a hand through my dark hair, a I took the mask off and hid it back in my sweatshirt. I sure hope Rize understands what took so long, and hopefully won't kill me for letting a human get away, I thought as I hopped up onto the metal dumpster and climbed the rain gutter back to the roof, where I hid my stash of prey for the night.  I was sure that she would, then again, Rize isn't exactly the 'understanding' type.

        The wind shifted, sending a breeze through my hair and I turned my nose to the wind, taking in a deep breath. It took a moment for my senses to adjust, but the scent, I knew it all too well. Doves! That little dumbass, he must've ratted me out!  I curled my fingers into fists, and ran. I didn't know where I was going as I ran across the roof, nor did I care, all I knew was that I needed to get away from those ghoul-killing creeps. I hopped along the buildings, jumping from roof to roof, until I came upon the little cafe, where I met up with Rize. "Damn," I panted, as I jumped down from the roof, landing just outside the building. "That was close. If I'd stayed a little longer, I would've been made into a fine quinque."

        That caused a shiver to run up my spine that even caused a ripple to run through my kagune. With one last look around to make sure I wasn't followed, I turned, nearly running into a girl, who stood just outside the shop, holding a trash bag. Her purple eyes flashed in annoyance as she took a step back, a bored look on her face. "You're here for Rize, aren't you?"

        I took a half-step back, nearly bumping into a tree. "You're the one who's always with her, so I naturally assumed..." the girl sniffed and wrinkled her nose, eyes narrowing. "You're that sleazy binge-eater, aren't you? The one killing for Rize, just so that filthy ghoul can keep her hands clean."

        I sniffed as a breeze carried the girls scent my direction. Ghoul, definitely ghoul, I concluded. "Whatever, you just missed her," the girl said, flatly.

        I sighed, both in relief and annoyance, though I knew I'd have to face her, eventually. "Oh. Well, do you know where I could find her?"

        "No clue," she said, blowing a stray strand of purple hair from her face. "Now, if you're not going to do anything productive, I suggest you leave. Binge-eaters aren't welcome here. Not if they're going to attract any attention."

       I nodded and turned away. I only got a few feet before I paused and turned back to her. "If you see her again, could you tell her that a girl named Mika is looking for her?"

        The ghoul sniffed and rolled her eyes, dropping the bag into a green metal trash bin by the road. "Sure, seeing as now I'm your secretary."

        I flashed a smile, despite her hostility. "Thanks," I said and darted off.

        I wanted to get as far away from that area as possible, seeing as the Doves had already started tracking me. Strange, the twentieth ward is usually more quiet than other wards, and the only known binge-eater is me, so why send the Doves? Maybe calling myself the binge-eater is a bit much, considering I don't actually eat it all. Most of it goes to Rize. Somehow, I don't think the Doves care about who eats it.

        I sniffed the air. Smells like rain, I thought, stuffing my hands in my pockets and looking down at my feet as I walked. I wonder what kind of trouble that Rize got herself into. It's only a matter of time before karma catches up with her, and I'll be there to watch it in full glory.

        Wandering around in the dark apparently clouded my awareness so much that I hadn't realized someone walking straight toward me. I side-stepped around the person the best I could, but knocked our shoulders hard enough to leave a bruise, if I wasn't a ghoul. "Watch it!" I spat, despite the fact it was my fault.

        The person stumbled away, flashing me a smile as he did so. "Sorry!"

        He smelled so familiar, so good. Then I realized as he danced away, he was the same damn boy.

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