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Pain Is All You'll Find

Kefka



Kefka

Somnium

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Medium
posts
102
player
Chrono I

Samhain 2022Critical Fail!
09-23-2020, 07:25 AM

He watched as his mother left the lake side and cowered away back to their dens. A slight smile came from the fear he gave her but he didn't feel satisfied. He'd wait only a moment before letting his massive paws lead the way back to the den, after the tail of his mother.

It was perfect as she turned to look at him and he could see that real, true fear in the glimmer of her eye. He lunged, his paws slamming down on her back at her shoulders and he felt excitement as she squirmed under him. "You stupid bitch." He whispered through a menacing grin and the rush of adrenaline still running through after their battle. He took his gaping jaws to her scruff so he could release his weight off his paws and still have a hold of her. His nose took in the scent of her rose body, and as he grabbed hold of her sides, his brain would take him away from the fact that this was actually his mother he was about to let his desires take care of.

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Kefka knew vaguely of Agria's past as most of the scars seemed to fade over her older years only leaving some of the deeper wounds and if he ever asked she would leave it simple and sweet that she let a man control her. And though his neurons may have put a glaze over his actions over his mother, he wanted it this way. He hated her fucking guts and she deserved to suffer from what she took away from him. As he released, he placed his paw on her back yet again and pushed her, what felt like lifeless, body into the ground and wandered off to his den. He would turn to look out the mouth and just watch, wondering if he had actually killed her. Not that he felt any shame towards that but if she was still alive that only meant more fun for him at least a little while longer before she died. He wanted to be like that man that had a leash around her throat just as she had done to him.

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!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.

(Kah-ef-kah Ah-brax-us)

Scent: Roses
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Season: Winter
Status: Single (Heterosexual)
Height: 40 inches
Home: Grapevine Cathedral
Maims: Sheath scarring, barely noticeable unless someone is actually looking there while he is belly-up

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