Lyre...Nyghtmare
Vendetta...Cursed Yonyuu
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Vendetta glared at Lyre, he could have saved another one, and he didn't. He let it die. Even worse, he watched it die, suffering, it's slim limbs pounding on the pavement as it seized uncontrollably, and a small smile played on his lips as he watched it go-and as she knew-watched the soul of the poor creature flutter away, gazing at it's loved ones in a hurried good-bye. She wasn't usually one to be sympathetic, but this only told her that her unspoken love for him was not something that should have never existed.
"Why didn't you do anything?" she chastised him, her tail slapping the bloody pavement with unexcusable malice.
"I didn't need to," he uttered into her ear, she scoffed as he continued. "I couldn't help him, he was already dead by the time that we got here."