children of war
10-13-2013, 07:38 PM
?Look at yourself, little temptress; you?re a mess.? She could taste his pleasure like poison on her tongue. She growled a sound that bubbled up from the pit of her stomach. "Never said I wasn't." Azalea really was a mess. Her emotions always had a way of getting away from her. He swung his body now, a paw trying to slip over her shoulders to grab her other side. Their growls mingled into a single sound as she jerked her head far forward, bucking like a bronco. Her head snapped back then, hoping to knock him in the face fairly hard. His grip was attained regardless of her struggle, he was just too large and his hold on her neck secure. Her breath left her in a huff as she realized that he had maneuvered into position. ?You desire this so gravely. will Valhalla ever forgive you?? As if he had read her mind. His words stung her in a way that they shouldn't but he knew how to beat her down, that much she had already discovered. Her best defense against the ice king would be to deafen herself. "They don't have to forgive me, they just have to slay you." Yes, that would make her truly happy. Her mind had shut down, seeming to be oblivious now. Perhaps in later times she would not even remember this happening. Perhaps there would be nothing but a black void where a memory should be, so horrible that her mind chose to erase it for her. Speech, |
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