40 Days
11-17-2017, 01:41 AM
Content warning for Mammon's potty mouth.
Mammon was exhausted, the grief she had been forced to push down in her meeting with her “uncle” was pulling at her heart and mind. The vixen was brought low for what felt like the millionth time in her short life, still her defeated posture was a rarity. The image of her brother’s mangled corpse kept flashing in her mind; it didn’t feel real. A part of her had become overcome with the idea that she would turn a bend and see Bel lounging there, a grin upon his face and he’d ask her why she looked so grim and she tell him; then they’d laugh at her strange dream. But it was not her brother she saw when she finally rounded a rocky bend, still limping slightly. A stranger, slightly smaller than herself was gazing out at the lapping waves and for the first time she could remember Mammon wanted nothing more than to slip away unnoticed, she was too tired to pretend she wasn’t hurting anymore. The girl continued on her way, hobbling as she went. She didn’t expect the rocks to be as slick as they were though and she suddenly found she had lost her footing. The next thing she knew she was on her side, her ribs and hip aching from their sudden contact with the ground. Fuck! She exclaimed louder than she meant. Sweet nothings & Dangerous Thoughts |
Leviathan or "Levi" as Mammon's brother and lover is welcome to crash all her threads regardless of tag rating.![[Image: GMZH5Ns.png]](http://i.imgur.com/GMZH5Ns.png)