two of the devil, only one so gentle

Constant harassment was something that Cambria was used to, unfortunately. As the trio walked, the woman expected to be picked at. She was nothing more than the brothers' plaything, after all. At least, that's what they told her. All of the time. Every day. She was alive and breathing at their mercy alone. What she had done to gain their ire, Cambria couldn't quite tell you, but it didn't matter. The big brutes looked down upon her and that was knowledge enough.

Nips and nudges prompted the striped fae to tuck her tail, spine curling to pull her hips inward, instinctively making herself smaller; less of a target. Ears pinned against her skull and the slender fae put a bit more speed in her steps, just in case that's what Idris was trying to silently tell her. It was always something.

Once they arrived beneath the shade of the mangroves, the cool earth and lack of blaring sun seemed to do them all well. Cambria skirted off to the side, anxious. She never knew what the brothers had planned so it was better to wait and see before she decided what to do herself. Idris sank into the water with a joke and Bria's ears flicked backwards for just a moment. Vacation... The only home she'd ever really known was gone. Destroyed and burned to the ground. She had nothing now. Nothing but Idris and Matija.

The earthen fae gave the pair a wide berth but she also felt the need to cleanse herself of the itchy, sticky salt. Padding into the water, an audible moan of pleasure left the woman as she sank down to her chin. A pink tongue protruded, wetting itself as she consumed much needed water. After that, she did much the same as Idris, placing her chin upon one outstretched foreleg on the bank.

"Cambria"