I just can't stop myself

She had been in the dungeon for days. Ever since she'd bitten Tamsyn in a murky moment of insanity. There was no reason to go back above ground. Ulric knew of the situation, she was sure. No doubt everyone did. Having them know didn't bother her, though she had always been very proud. The bloody, aggressive truth was evident for all to see. It was written all over Tamsyn's face. There was no clearer truth that she was a mindless savage than that.

The door had yet to be locked and yet she hadn't left the space. There was enough space in the long room for her to pace. It was the only thing that kept her from succumbing more quickly to the apparent dementia that was eating her mind. When Ulric came to find her, she would have him devise something to secure the door. Something that she couldn't work loose or break off. She needed and deserved to be locked away. Locked away and forgotten.

Soft pawsteps stopped the two-toned fae in her tracks. Curling her head to the side, her lone golden eye shone in the darkness, its gaze landing upon the very brute that she'd had in mind. "Ulric," she growled softly. They both knew what was coming and though she was ready, he might not be.


"Speech!"

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