Shook hands with the devil

Tamsyn · 09-01-2020, 10:39 PM

Resin. The moment that her lover was at her side she felt her body give out with her own relief and she fell back onto her haunches. As long as Resin was here then they were safe - that's what had motivated her to make it back here as fast as physically possible and the thought hadn't failed her. Resin's form came between her and Osmond, stopping her brother in his tracks and refuting his threats with a cold, hard promise of the vengeance that Resin had promised long ago when Tamsyn had first told her about what her family had done. Her only regret now was that Resin's form blocked her from seeing Osmond's expression as he realized that he was outmatched - and by a woman no less. A slight, satisfied grin twitched at her lips as she began to catch her breath and she watched Resin meet Osmond with furious snarls and bristled fur.

Tamsyn turned her attention to the woman that stood at her shoulder for a moment, glancing toward her out of the corner of her eye. This wasn't a fight she wanted to miss, but she wanted to make sure that this young woman understood what she was about to witness. "He's going to be killed," she told her softly, a certainty in her voice leaving no wavering or wiggle room in that fact. He wasn't going to leave here alive. If Resin didn't finish him off then she was certain Sirius would. "It's not going to be pretty. If you want to go into the den until it's done you can." She had been her not all that long ago. She remembered what it was like to be contently in fear and feeling like there was no way out. Back then the only blood she had really seen had been her own and the idea of murder had been abhorrent to her. She wouldn't blame this woman if she didn't want to see this happen, but she also wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to watch this bit of indirect justice for whatever Osmond had put her through.

"Speech"

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