Tristran turns when Yvaine does, wishing he really hadn't upon the sight of murder.
There is blood. Everywhere. More blood than he recalls seeing when Primus was killed. The beautiful white skin of the unicorn's head is stained red with it, dripping from its eye like tears of crimson death.
Tristran's heart is pounding uncontrollably in his chest. He can't look away. He can't even move.
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Date: 2007-05-14 03:20 am (UTC)There is blood. Everywhere. More blood than he recalls seeing when Primus was killed. The beautiful white skin of the unicorn's head is stained red with it, dripping from its eye like tears of crimson death.
Tristran's heart is pounding uncontrollably in his chest. He can't look away. He can't even move.