wallachianbetrayer asked:
Yorik did not so much as flinch, staying crouched low. Letting out soft sounds, cooing at the creature that had just been injured. Voice wrapping around like silk in the air. "Shhhh ssshhhhh my precious Ace. You shall be fine. The wounds shall be mere scars later. They are not life threatening. I wish you to live for me. The one to blame, is Darck. Remember that name. Darck is your enemy. And is why you hurt so."
The man’s words and tone made him pause, falling still and silent. He listened intently, growling at the name. Now he recognized that familiar tang of blood. The half-breed had been near this man recently - Yorik had her scent all over him. Which meant he could track her.
And she would pay.