It wasn't all that bad, knowing death had embraced you in such a manner, thought Blaze. Her blood stained the ground crimson, but the true pain was in the wolf's soul, for none would regret her death. Exspecially not the man who had created her, a being not wolf, but not human either. Now she was paying for his mistakes.
She had loyally followed his Order to kill the Earl, but instead the Earl's butler had nearly finished her. When she fled to her master and he saw that she had failed, he had betrayed her and left her bleeding in front of the nearest morgue. No one would suspect that the red and white wolf laying limp in front of the morgue was in fact a result of painful experimentations. Her former master would be safe, and she- she would never have existed. Blaze growled at this conclusion and forced herself to raise her head and bark. Not getting a response, she barked again. After her seventh bark, the door slid open to reveal a displeased silver haired male, that like the butler didn't smell human.
She instantly growled, but didn't bother doing anything other than that. The man approached carefully, as if unwilling to do anything at the moment. Upon reaching her, he crouched and reached out a hand, stopping at the sight of her fangs baring. Watching him cautiously, she sniffed then laid her head back down, deciding this nonhuman would have to do. He grinned and poked a cut on her ribs earning a growl.
"well I guess I'll have to fix you won't I? You decided to live for something, would you tell me why." he teased, in response she rolled her eyes and let out a grunt as he lifted her off the ground.
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Blaze limped into the morgue, covered in blood. She had found her old master, along with the Earl and his butler. When he saw her, her master had eagerly ordered her to kill the two attacking him. When she did nothing he had begun to scream about how he had made her, that she couldn't betray her master. In response she had shifted into a woman, ripping out the Undertaker's stitching in the proccess, and cut him to ribbons before returning to the morgue.
She sank onto the floor briefly thinking that when she awoke she would shift into a wolf and remain with the amusement that she knew as the Undertaker. He didn't know what she was so chances were he wouldn't reject her.
Blaze growled as something jabbed at her side. It repeated and she shifted into a wolf snarling. Undertaker blinked, but merely said, "You ripped out my stitches."