[ the shower of cherry blossoms litters the snow, a soft and beautiful addition to the macabre spatters of blood he's been leaving behind. at once, he feels it, the swell of strength from some untapped well within as the wind wraps around him, the pink petals strewn in his hair.
a cold fury takes him.
his heart is subzero.
he kicks up the hilt of the sword with liquid ease and catches it.
and with one cold look at rochalízo anastenagmós neiye-imisukin emarika antípatros apó amonlogia, as the spectres swarm, as polaris suddenly snarls and roars behind him at he plunges the sword straight into his throat, a fresh, hot gush of blood onto the snow, onto his boots.
he severs the arteries quickly.
and then spits out violently onto the snow beside rochalízo's head.
his head is bowed, his fist clenched tightly, every muscle in his body drawn tense like a bow string.
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a cold fury takes him.
his heart is subzero.
he kicks up the hilt of the sword with liquid ease and catches it.
and with one cold look at rochalízo anastenagmós neiye-imisukin emarika antípatros apó amonlogia, as the spectres swarm, as polaris suddenly snarls and roars behind him at he plunges the sword straight into his throat, a fresh, hot gush of blood onto the snow, onto his boots.
he severs the arteries quickly.
and then spits out violently onto the snow beside rochalízo's head.
his head is bowed, his fist clenched tightly, every muscle in his body drawn tense like a bow string.
polaris lets out one, long, low howl. ]