Feed The Hungry

Relm was less than reasonable, though maybe it was well justified. Some women may have craved the kind of attention he was giving her, some may have played along with his game and maybe wanted to earn it. She was neither. Her face winced slightly like she was disgusted at the thought. She had never dreamed or fantasized of things of this nature, she wasn't a little prissy princess looking for a love story nor was she dying for the experience. All she had done in her life was survive, though she had fonder emotions towards Kichi and Rhaegath. She didn't know how to follow those feelings, and she chose to just leave them where they were.

Relm did not think herself as special as the brute claimed. She just wasn't a sleezy slut looking to get herself filled. She didn't find pleasure in it, or at least she didn't think she would. She didn't know from experience at least. She certainly wasn't planning on learning tonight.

She didn't give him much time once he stared getting outwardly defensive, though she had to be quite honest with herself that when she saw his wicked grin, it did remind of her of her father. The cocky manic, it only made her angrier. She immediately shot forward to snap down on his foreleg, pushing her body weight into him through her shoulder. She was well practiced certainly, but she had never been against someone who would have received something more than fighting lesson after the fact.

"Relm"