Zev

Palest bruja stumbled in, tripping and sputtering along, muttering to someone no one else could see. His once formidable weight had dropped dramtically, leaving him little more than a gaunt spectre to haunt these realms, and his sparkling pelt had lost its gleam, leaving it dull and grimy.

He continued to mutter, low and heated.

Sechan grepsa
Sechan tran
Sechan colos
Sechan mir...

Blood oath
Blood challenge
Blood bought
Blood bath...

He lifted his head and let out a shrieking howl, one that wailed and moaned his despair. Order of Blood... a death sentence... set by his own child. Lowering his head, he stumbled on, still searching for Soleda.