Snippet #796685

To become a warrior as a Lycan, you must be at least 13. You use brawn and fists instead of smarts and skill. To become an assasin, which is what I am, you must also be 13, but you put forth ten times more effort. You do not have to fight with fists to become a warrior, Midnight.

I decided to be blunt about this. "Kivan, you will let Midnight fight. Did you see her harness the water back with the Bionics? Blind rage fueled her, and I can see in her aura, the purple tinting the edges. The fury is still there, and if you let her fight, she would become better than even your finest warriors. As for William, Lycan customs suggest you honour the body by sitting 24 hour vigil, and then burn the remains. You scatter the ashes amongst the deceaseds' favourite place, so their spirit may choose where to rest. But..Preserving the body sounds okay to me."

I had never thought of preserving a dead being. What would be the point of seeing their outside if you could not sense their inside? Their soul, that made them a being? I suppose customs differ.

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Jo-Jo

What else could I have done besides wait. Hybrid would have tracked me down sooner or later, and reality was that I wasn't in a mood to run anymore. If Hybrid had any intentions of killing me, he would have done it already. He came back soon afterwards, and my jaw dropped with what he had with him.

A deer, and two rabbits. One of the rabbits was scarcely alive, and it infuriated me to see how careless Hybrid had been when he hunted. I couldn't let it suffer. Standing up, I snatched the rabbit away from Hybrid, hissing at him as I did. "You do NOT let them live if you have intentions of giving them to me. This one is unfit."

I pressed my mouth to the barely breathing rabbit's forehead. It's scared heart thudded in its chest. I blew my breath against the rabbit's soft fur, and part of my soul entered his. I felt his aura return to normal, whichever that may be for a rabbit, and his pulse regulated within his body. I stroked the rabbit to calm him down as he came to sense with what was happening. I turned to Hybrid, and growled in annoyance. "You tainted the ways of how I hunt. You didn't even thank the spirits for letting you catch them, did you? And you let this one LIVE. That is torture. Take the dead ones away, they're tainted."

I sighed, and set the rabbit down on the couch, who promptly burrowed down between the cushions. He felt a bond to me now, and wouldn't be going anywhere. "I might as well eat steak."
I spat the last word as I went to the kitchen, and grabbed one from the refridgerator. I didn't bother with manners, I was covered in blood already. After finishing it, I walked back to the living room, and stared at Hybrid, who was standing there with his jaw dropped, holding a dead dear and a rabbit. I laughed a bit, and smiled faintly.
"You feel in debt. You don't owe me anything. And I don't care if you tried to kill me. You're a worthy apponent. But next time finish me off, instead of keeping me alive. And there will be a next time, Hybrid."
The corner of my lip went up in a smirk, and I laughed again.