@thrcness
T’is ties of blood that urge hunter to keep watch over a certain young hybrid. But there is another he feels inclined to keep watch over for more than her simple ties to those he has come to care about: t’is the dying wish of a stranger ( a plea sincere. Rising from depths of broken heart in dying hour) that ensure this son of Sparda keeps an eye on Kyrie. Keep them safe.
Laying to rest nagging sensation that came with reminder of promise made, which drove him back to ashen streets, he drops down from perch above. Landing gracefully on cobble path, a few steps in front Kyrie.
“A little birdy told me you're taking up hunting. If that’s the case; don’t y’think it’s time to run with the best hunter this little industry of ours has to offer?”
