It was all like some kind of dance and he looked so happy while performing it. Splashed with blood and with a smile of satisfaction on his lips, he portrayed a very beautiful picture, and while watching him, Rigel could only think about how happy he must have been feeling.

The men around him shouted and tried to fight against the precise cuts of his two swords, but it was useless. Lost in the euphoria he felt, he was no longer thinking before moving, his body only acted, and no rational movement was faster and more accurate than one inspired by pure and crude instinct.

In a matter of seconds, all the enemies were no more than corpses that nourished the grass of the forest with their blood. Rigel finally realized that he had been holding his breath, completely lost in the spectacle he was witnessing. In the center of it all, he was still standing, his broad and imposing back was moving slightly with his excited breathing that gradually calmed down.

Rigel saw how, for a few more seconds, he was lost in the sensations, the smells and sounds, the warm liquid on his hands and face, but at last he seemed to come back from his delirium and Rigel, with his special hearing, could easily listen to the pulse of his heart slowly calming down. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, and finally turned calmly to look at Rigel’s eyes.

His beautiful green eyes were now just warm and loving. His lips curled into a tender smile that shook Rigel’s heart, and bristled every inch of his skin, the fur on his ears and even the tip of his tail.

Rigel then felt that this whole scene seemed sort of familiar for him, and he tried to remember from when or where, but his  voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He whispered sweetly, as he returned the swords he held on his hands to the sheaths on his back. “Did hey hurt you?”

Rigel shook his head softly in a negative gesture, still somewhat delighted with the sweet feeling on his deep voice. He came closer to stand in front of Rigel, and bent down to be at his eye level and check him carefully, trying to find any kind of injury. In that moment, Rigel thought that it was incredible how those blood-filled hands, which had just cut off without a doubt the lives of so many, were now touching him in such a careful and worried way. Finally, he sighed deeply.

"I’m glad ..." he whispered, still smiling, looking into Rigel’s eyes with adoration. Rigel then noticed that there was a small cut on his left cheek, above the beautiful scar on his chin, the scar that reminded him of their bond. The bleeding wound didn’t seem too deep, but seeing the blood, Rigel immediately caressed it with his thumb, feeling a pang in his chest. Rigel’s own fingers were now covered with the mixture of blood, the blood that came out from the wound and the blood that was sprinkled all over his face.

"You're hurt ..." Rigel whispered, trying not to sound as worried as he felt. “We must go get you treated soon…”

The beautiful green eyes  that looked at Rigel lit up again with that bliss that bordered on the lack of sanity, and the sweet smile charmingly curved up his lips. His strong arms wrapped themselves around Rigel and he pressed his face on Rigel’s small torso, exhaling with adoration. Rigel felt his heart tremble with joy and couldn’t help his small hands from reaching to gently caress the soft brown hair pressed against his chest.

Rigel then remembered what was it that had seemed so familiar before. This same scene, the blood and the smiles and his heart and breath stopping at what he was watching ... It had been just like that, in a place very similar to this one, the first time Rigel had seen him dance his beautiful dance of death and madness.