Bring It Back
10-17-2013, 01:50 AM
Why did this bitch feel the need to talk so much? Did she not realize that he wasn't here to sit down and have a conversation? He didn't want to hear what she had to say; he wanted to taste her blood. To feel her spine and trachea snapping beneath his jaws. That's what he wanted. Not her stupid, meaningless words. I could find a great use for one like you; killing doesn't bother me in the least as it would weaker minded and hearted souls that wander this place. The weak all have but once place to be, beneath the strong doing our bidding or perish. He wasn't an object that could be put to the disposal of some stupid bitch. He wasn't her toy that she could do with whatever she wished. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, with whomever he wanted. No one told him what to do. And then the bitch was taking a step forward, moving towards him again. Bloodstained lips would curl back against ivory daggers, a warning snarl rumbling his his scarred chest, a hiss echoing the sentiment from Nickolai. What is that you want with my companion? The feline would speak up and address the silver wench, knowing that Demyan was past the point of speaking now. He knew it didn't matter what she had to offer, the titan would refuse it anyway, but there was no harm in entertaining her and making it seem like they cared. Talk like this |