Every Step I Take Is Another Mistake

Asla had left Indigo alone for a moment to go and speak to her children nearby. She had not seen the purple whore in the crowd. If she had, she would have asked Indigo to leave with her. He'd made such progress lately... seeing Duchess would set him back once more and she knew it. Though she loved her brother beyond measure, there was no denying that he was emotionally weak. So much so that she had to be strong for both of them. Though he'd always been soft, Aslatiel couldn't remember him being like this as a child and she blamed it all on Duchess.

The fawn woman's galactic gaze roiled with fire as she looked across the gathering and saw Duchess speaking to Indigo. Even from where she stood, Asla could tell how upset he was by the set of his shoulders, the droop of his head, the glances anywhere but at the purple skank. Aslatiel wished that Indigo would have some backbone. That he would finally tell Duchess once and for all to fuck right off and never pay her any mind ever again. She had proven that she wasn't worth his time. In Aslatiel's eyes, Duchess wasn't fit to breathe the same air as any other wolf. She should die, be burned and scattered to the winds. So, once again, Asla had to be the strong one.

With purpose, the small but powerful fae stalked towards the pair. As she grew nearer, Asla picked up the pace. Coming in from the side, the giantess in a fae's body slammed into the purple whore, sending her crashing to the ground. Before Duchess could react, Aslatiel latched her teeth in the loose skin at the back of the purple woman's neck. With the warrior's strength that she worked every day to maintain, she easily drug the woman out of the gathering and into the bushes that were a few feet away. It was done quickly and efficiently and she doubted that many, if any, had even seen it.

Teeth popped through flesh with the force of Asla's dragging. Once the pair hit a small clearing, Asla released her captive, but she continued to invade her personal space. The scarred woman snarled, lips peeling back from canines that were used to taking lives. Her tail curled high above her spine in a show of dominance. She could easily kill Duchess right now and be done with her. Were they out in the wilds rather than in Elysium lands, she would have without a doubt.

"It's only for Indigo's sake that I don't kill you," she growled low, teeth a hairs breadth from the woman's dark muzzle. "You've done enough damage with your whoring, lying ways. He doesn't need you. He will never need you. You're nothing more than a reminder of something lost." Aslatiel's paw snatched up the gloved paw of Duchess and pressed it against her snowy stomach. "I'm already giving him what your rotten womb couldn't." She then threw the paw away again. "If I ever see you speak to him again, Duchess... I will fucking end you. I'll rip your womb out of your body while you're still alive and make you eat it. I swear by all things holy. And I never fucking jest."

Aslatiel stepped away from the abhorrent woman, allowing her to rise if she so wished. "Gods help the poor bastard that you're with now if he ever wants children." She could still taste the fae's blood in her mouth and made a show of licking it from her lips before spitting it on the ground between them. "Get out of here, Duchess, and if you're smart, you'll never even think of Indigo again." With that, she left the woman there, stalked back through the bushes to the gathering, shot a smile at her big marshmallow of a brother and gave a pull of her skull, motioning for him to follow her away. The mood had been tainted and she no doubt had some emotional cleaning up to do.

"Aslatiel Indarra"