They Said It Gets Easier But They Lied
Kefka
10-09-2020, 09:47 AM
He wouldn't jump to her rescue as she nearly slipped off the edge, not moving a muscle in fact. When her terrified gaze returned to him he was quenched by it. It was satisfying to see her squirm at the mere thought of falling over or staying with him, and he knew he was playing his part right. That was, until she stated the unknown fact to him. His menacing grin immediately turned to a fierce frown as he started to believe that her being pregnant was true. And now he wasn't willing to waste time playing her game. In an instant, he knew inside he demanded her to carry the pups. His own Abraxas blood, probably brewing wickedly inside her. Perhaps the perfect opportunity to raise children as he pleased and maybe even the proper punishment for her sins. He was a bit unsettled to think that Agria was who mothered himself, but he tried not to let it cloud the judgment of what he wanted. And maybe taking their children and raising them his way, or seeking for the Abraxas culture is how she would make up for her wrongs. He marched over to her, looking down at her cowering body still with a disappointed frown. He grabbed her by her scruff and threw her just a foot or so away from the cliff. Her expression was confusing to him as he wasn't sure if she was glad not to die or disappointed that he didn't kill her. He didn't waste time to put a massive paw over her cheek bone before putting all his weight onto her and slamming back down on her front leg to break it and make her immobile. This way she couldn't have the chance to jump or find someone else to kill her. He went to leave the cliff stopping and turning just slightly towards her as he spoke, "Follow me back. You won't be going anywhere anytime soon." He waited a few seconds noticing she wouldn't stir, and turned his neck around to actually see she had become unconscious. With a roll of his eye, he went back to her, scooping up her dead weight before moving back towards her den. Now it was time to play the waiting game. -Exit Kefka- |
!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.
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 Important Details: |