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—You're late, I've already finished here,— Azarias says with his mouth slightly open and stops. The eyes are like glass - something has changed in it. Externally, everything looks the same: the same voice, the same appearance, the same smell. But it's like a stranger is standing in front of Remiel. A lifeless body falls to his paws - an innocent victim whose life has been interrupted. This death was a mistake, but it was real. The scarred wolf lowers the head of the dead man, carefully laying the not completely cooled flesh on the ground.
— Azarias? What's wrong with you? — his question was asked into the void.
— Remy, answer me. Why are they happy? — gently lowering the head of the deceased to the ground, the dark wolf asks in an emotionless and even voice, and then turns around.
— They are not in their right mind, unsuccessful experiments, their mind is sick, — Remiel looks towards the jubilant silhouettes standing in the light of red lamps. — Let's bring her home, — the wolf with the gray skin comes up and grabs the body with his teeth, dragging it with him to the exit.
— Disgusting. Do you think I should kill them? Now I can do it,— the light fur on the back of his neck stands on end, and his eyes stare into the crowd without blinking. Azarias sticks his tongue out of his mouth, as if he feels the taste of rot in his mouth.
"Leave them, there's no need for cruelty,— comes his crumpled reply.
— Cruelty? - the grin spreads on the dark muzzle, but the voice remains lifeless, — Why can they be cruel, but not me? Pathetic insects.

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Description
—You're late, I've already finished here,— Azarias says with his mouth slightly open and stops. The eyes are like glass - something has changed in it. Externally, everything looks the same: the same voice, the same appearance, the same smell. But it's like a stranger is standing in front of Remiel. A lifeless body falls to his paws - an innocent victim whose life has been interrupted. This death was a mistake, but it was real. The scarred wolf lowers the head of the dead man, carefully laying the not completely cooled flesh on the ground.
— Azarias? What's wrong with you? — his question was asked into the void.
— Remy, answer me. Why are they happy? — gently lowering the head of the deceased to the ground, the dark wolf asks in an emotionless and even voice, and then turns around.
— They are not in their right mind, unsuccessful experiments, their mind is sick, — Remiel looks towards the jubilant silhouettes standing in the light of red lamps. — Let's bring her home, — the wolf with the gray skin comes up and grabs the body with his teeth, dragging it with him to the exit.
— Disgusting. Do you think I should kill them? Now I can do it,— the light fur on the back of his neck stands on end, and his eyes stare into the crowd without blinking. Azarias sticks his tongue out of his mouth, as if he feels the taste of rot in his mouth.
"Leave them, there's no need for cruelty,— comes his crumpled reply.
— Cruelty? - the grin spreads on the dark muzzle, but the voice remains lifeless, — Why can they be cruel, but not me? Pathetic insects.

Personal

Any my work may !NOT! be edited, copied, published, reproduced or re-uploaded in any way without my permission;
Not one of my artwork may be used for RPG/blogs/websites/forums;