megalomania

As Absinth prowled the mist-shrouded moor, she had the misfortune of walking into what would appear to be an accidental meeting with Sephiran’s uncle. Bastard. Rhazien – whatever the fuck you wanted to call him. Her hackles raised ever so slightly, her mind reeling with the urge to lunge straight for his throat. No, no. His voice pierced through the mist, causing Absinth’s ears to flatten in disdain as though she could stop the rumbling tone of his voice from defiling her eardrums.

Hah. She was not about to avoid him though. Sorry Aresenn. She could not be responsible for whatever happened next. Absinth faced him head on, an impish glint in her emerald eyes. His non-attempt at pleasantries was met with a scoff, her lips curling into a smirk as she regarded him. "Yeah? Well, my day is fuckin’ ruined." She retorted, her tone dripping with returned sarcasm as she sauntered closer, her movements accented with predatory sway. "What, Rhazien? Eager for a proper round two?" Her words were laced with barbed wit, each syllable a hostile jab at his arrogance. She was fully aware she had lost their fight, but what she was not over was the exhausted state she had entered into that fight to begin with. And anyways, Absinth had little patience for Rhazien's airs and sweet nothings. But, there was a… spark of intrigue in her gaze as she stared at him, a little something primal lurking beneath the surface. Her tongue traced over her fangs, eager to rend his flesh to nothing.

“Or are you trying to finish what you tried and failed to do?” She added, her voice lowering to a husky growl, lips quivering as she grinned with the likeness of a feral beast. She was referring to the sensation of her limp body being maneuvered against his hips before she lost consciousness. God, she hated this man.

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