Heart Of Ice

Commander Snowe glared at the smaller Shinjin as his hand rested against his chest. Violet energy coated his being—a warm, soothing balm to the injuries he sustained. The burns on his skin, including his tail, and his cuts and bruises were fully healed in a matter of seconds. All signs of hostility gone, Kowlin wished him a pleasant stay for the remainder of his time there before he and his sister left him there, conversing quietly between themselves.

Snowe stared down at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists. He clenched his teeth, glaring icy daggers at the twin Shinjins’ retreating backs. Nothing left a poorer taste in his mouth than mercy. Mercy was far more insulting than death in his estimation. Mercy, in its purest essence, proved that a superior being did not deign their inferior prey worthy of their efforts; better to leave them alive and flailing, hoping for some great internal change.

Mercy was for cowards who did not possess iron in their souls. And the commander would never, for as long as he lived, lower himself to show it. “Well. That was an interesting start to my journey on this planet.” He stood tall and proud, his gaze turned skyward. His tail swished idly behind him in his reverie, much like before he’d encountered Kowlin and Quinn. Studying this new world around him. “Perhaps next time I’ll go straight for the kill.”