Revenge [Morgan]
06-22-2013, 11:31 AM
Thick drooling drops of blood and abdominal fluid oozed down her maw. Cold crystalline blues watched the traitor writhe, she wouldn't stop a healer, but she certainly wouldn't call or aid one. She was here to deal this woman pain. The root of her suffering now lay dying before her, devoid of a womb and of her dignity and Evelette felt free. Finally, finally she had paid the woman back for all the cruelty she had caused her, all the heartache. It empowered her to know she had achieved her vengeance. Ivory plume would flicker and the sight of the scampering little pup would gain her attention, the tiny thing would poke and prod at the miserable wretch before turning her pleading gaze to her, begging for her help, begging for her aide. The ivory goddess would rise, the demonic entity that had caused such a vile wound stood triumphant, her own injuries seemed petty when compared to the grotesque painting she had orchestrated. Cold, calloused eyes would soften only slightly as they gazed upon the pup, before her lips would part and lyrics would spill forth. "I am the inflictor of such wounds, she is a traitor, has betrayed me in ways you cannot imagine child. She never helped me and I will not aide her now." Her voice was low but strong, unwavering in its resolution. Speech, |