EDITED.
"Their treachery was the fire that tempered my soul; now I am the sword that will bring their downfall." ~Araneae Ruber
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HEATH HAD woken up to see his fire bird laid bent over and nothing of the maid body remained, not even her blood. All that was left of her was the green dress she had worn. He picked it up and burnt it to ashes.
He threw the waste out the window, expunging all evidence of her death. Heath rubbed the fur of the sleeping bird. It had definitely eaten to its full, that was for sure. It twitched its feet, clearly enjoying the rubs he was given.
"At least for the next few days you should have no reason not to watch over my empress," Heath replied, giving it a close eye toothy grin.
The innocent bird jerked its head up as he glanced at his master. Tweet! Tweet!
