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Blood.

Blood is spilled from the rooftops, 

from the mountains we came from, 

from the seraphim's sky.

Blood coats my hooves, 

the fallen, 

my friends-

I try not to think about the blood.

But- there! - a flash of movement

life among the death

I carve a path through carnage

of creatures I used to know

Amber eyes, 

a tiger angel

Nothing I've ever seen.

The stranger's tiger eyes plead with me

but what he doesn't know is

we're not like them

I don't exist simply to kill.

I am here to save.

I force magic life back into his lungs

and watch his consciousness slip away.