There had been two items gained from the mutilation of the white wolf -- tail and ear -- and Covet had stashed them away already. The ear was with him now; the whole thing, ripped right from the skull. Now Covet had never really taken trinkets from his kills before, but that was the thing. This hadn't been a kill. One that he had allowed to get away because of someone's words that circled his mind of late. Malina had asked if it was possible that he could leave them alive, and Covet had honestly never tried to do that. When the red haze came with the bloodlust and battle, there had not been any stopping before. No reason to stop. In fact, there was every reason to simply keep going and take the kill before now. Thing was, leaving them alive was not a good idea. Covet knew that, but he felt that perhaps he had something to prove. To himself that he could do it, and also to Malina that he could. He wonders if that would matter at all, and worse yet, how to deal with if it did.

There was no trust there, because Covet knew better. He should hate her, but that was simply where he felt conflicted. It made no sense to him as to why he didn't when he felt that he had every right to, but there the mystery was. It would be best to leave it alone, but it was the secret they shared that complicated things. Malina had told him of his daughter -- at long last -- and he wanted to find out what other information she might have. Deep down, he knew it wasn't just the one. He had no interest in stepping away until he knew more. However, Covet could not say for sure if that was what pressed him to leave the whilte male alive. Gathering information on lost blood; was that all it was? Proof that he could to himself, and so that Malina would tell him more? Covet did not like anomalies like this, but he had little choice but to accept what he could not yet change and go on. This left him in a state of inner turmoil, and there was more than plenty of agitation welling up within him because of that.

He moves in a way that almost suggests the slithering of a snake, but his body was somewhat serpentine in form, so it made the illusion all the more believable. His stalking steps had purpose, as he was hunting the rodents between the sharp rocks to hone his skills. He wanted his reflexes to be on key, and he had been taking runs to lengthen his stride and improve his muscle mass. All sort of things were being worked on as to his physical prowess, because if he was leaving anything he bled alive, he needed to be ready for those that would come after him. Sure, the so called 'angel assassins' were slacking of late to his note, but that did not mean he would not eventually attack a creature that could assemble the masses against him. He felt no fear over the matter. because he would survive if he was meant to, and fall if that was where he should end up. Such was life, survival of the fittest. Except that one he had let get away. For now. There was no stipulation on him that he couldn't go back and finish the job later, right?

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