WHISKEY IS MY HOLY WATER
11-03-2013, 09:59 PM
The boy was pretty, she?d give him that. It was a note made objectively, acidic gaze straining over each patch of unsaturated fur, noting each dark spot upon him. How pretty he would be when he bled, when he bowed before her. He?d be a nice pet, albeit an annoying one, what with his tongue. Although, she supposed she could always remove the unnecessary organ. "You should be looking for me," she informed the younger boy. This is your first lesson, peasant. She did not repeat her lessons, and she did not curve her tests. This child would have to learn the first time around, and ace with flying colors.
He dared to demand something of her, and her lips lifted, revealing layers of developing teeth. Alas, the girl made her decision. He was fun to look at, to observe, and she could not deny how the idea of breaking him thrilled her. "Mine," she growled lowly, deeply, a claim upon his pretty head. "Now shut up,"she ordered, as if her previous statement would tell him off. It ought to. Things that were hers had to obey, otherwise they would be punished.
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