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~Silence~
The silent world mocked him.
Like a thousand years of stillness, it surrounded him, closing in.
It was just death, something he was used to dealing out, yet this time was different.
On his knee's, head bowed, eyes closed and heart torn, he remained.
Toga blinked, feeling the wetness run down his cheeks.
Did he mourn for his sire?
His body felt numb, his heart hollow and his mind oddly still. He did not know what he felt, the empty ache was unfamiliar.
He looked down at his clawed hands, coated in the blood of his father.
When had he changed form?
A soft hand on his shoulder pulled him mind back into the present. The hand on him was pale, clawed like his own, an odd comfort.
Her presence pulled him from the pain of his existence. The stillness and silence wiped away as the air around him shifted.
The scent of a storm filled his mind and he looked at the rolling clouds.
Rain, to wash away all the blood.
Toga knew that the others were drawing near, dreaded that they would cheer his win.
There was no glory in such an act.
They all remained gratefully silent, morning an elder with him.
There will be more, his Father was not the only Inugami and it would be a mercy to end them before such a fate.
Toga stood, shouldering the responsibility that fate had thrust upon him and turned from the death at his feet to face the rising of a new sun.
**End**