Pull me back under

Honestly, she wasn’t entirely certain what she was expecting him to say. However, it never occurred to her that it was something as superficial as a brand. If she had the energy to make a display of gagging, she likely would have. Where she came from, it wasn’t uncommon to carve runes into one's flesh under an incantation. But
ownership? How weak. When he played on the part of belonging to him, she really did roll her eyes then. “You really have no idea, do you.” She answered quietly. A brand couldn’t hold a flame to the soul bond he was evidently unaware of. If it were as simple as a mark of ownership, she’d cut it off her body and be done. It couldn’t be that simple. Whether he wanted the explanation or not, she was going to give him one. “This is just a vessel.” She explained, as she gestured to herself with a single paw. “Mar it however you see fit. It means nothing.”

She was sure that it was going to illicit a response of some kind, though she didn’t care. In the dim lighting, she sought out his dual-colored gaze and met it with intent. “When you found me at the fire during my sacrifice … and intentional or not, gave your own sacrifice … that meant something.” Aurelia finished, looking for any ounce of recognition in the brute’s expression. Did he even remember destroying the alter at all?

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