drink! drank! drunk!

"Your threats mean nothing to me, Tyranis," she says with a smoky edge, but there's no way of telling if it's even reached his ears or not. He seems taken with some sort of carnal rage, rough with his movements, but Leera doesn't mind. In fact, she likes him better like this.

-fade out and in-

She pants, watching Tyranis. It's true that their second attempt has been more satisfying to her, but also more exhausting. Either way, the deal is sealed. Nature will take its course and she'll know soon enough if their actions bore fruit. "I'll come to you at first sign," she murmurs before standing, shaking out her silken coat, and departing silently through the darkness of the orchard.

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