The Offer on My Head, Still Stands

She was brutal in her execution of her dance. Spars were reserved for children. Or perhaps if her life was not on the line, she’d have had a lot more restraint. Really this might not have happened if Aresenn had properly warned her of Sephiran’s proclivities. Surely Aresenn had been made to undergo a test of similar nature? This was his reckoning. Bastard.

Her neck burned with pain as he manipulated the flesh to his advantage. He pulled her closer, preventing her from fully tearing away the chunk she sought. Hmm. What to do? She was feeling a great deal of exhilaration from deep within her black little heart. This was unexpected. She’d lived by the mindset to keep herself alive, but it was as though the true delight in life was… the danger? Oh God. I am turning into my father. Maybe it was because he’d kept her on edge for so long, that when he ran off he took the joy with him. What. The. Fuck. She hissed at the revelation mentally.

They may have nearly been the same size, but Aresenn had a bit more weight to him. Males. She’d have to work on her own musculature, she’d never imagined herself as lesser than a man. She wouldn’t let it happen. These dickheads needed to have their egos knocked around once or twice - she’d have to make that a goal. Blood oozed down her pristine white fur, offering color to the monochromatic fae. He’d given her some of that red fur after all… But she was about to take more of it anyway. It was going to be her’s when he died anyways, this was a nice sample. She tensed her muscles up now, building up her strength to enact a final tug. Absinth didn’t care if it would do the same damage to her. His grip meant nothing essentially, if she was willing to endure the pain. Fucking fuck!

Violently she put her whole body weight into pulling back, and then attempting to twist them in the opposite direction of his hold on her. She was aiming to finish this. To break the deadlock with their own pieces of each other to show for it. Through her teeth and his flesh she growled savagely with the effort, her eyes aglow with macabre enthusiasm and pain. Oh. So much pain.

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