Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering

Her defiance was a tangible thing, a barrier she brandished against the world, there were not many so strongly suited to life. Setekh could only speculate about the family she fled from, and what cruel purpose drove them to fracture her limb. Familiar with the intricate dynamics of family, he was eager to sate his growing curiosity about the girl's motives and history. He sensed her astuteness, her ability to decipher his true intentions, but to what extent? Surely she couldn't fathom the depths of his deeds, the sins, the atrocities... yet perhaps she would find pleasure in his recounting of tales.

"Promises, promises," She teased, her words dripping with sarcasm. Oh, the allure of her writhing form, how it tempted him to make his imaginings come to fruition. He envisioned how her willful visage could transform into something more... enticing. But did he crave that? Her beauty was captivating as it stood. She embodied haughty instincts, driven by her impulses.

As their paws met, a silent pact formed between them. To use and be used. She believed she could fend him off, yet Setekh knew he held the advantage. With her broken limb, she posed no threat, yet she refused to show weakness. In her defiant mind, she likely deemed herself far more capable than reality permitted... or perhaps she was his harbinger of demise. His angel of death. Internally, Setekh erupted in laughter, his lips curving into a winning smile outwardly.

"We'll see how useful you are," Oh forgive her! My God, forgive this lamb! Do not lay her upon a slab! She remarked casually, yielding to his support as she rose from the ground. But as she shifted her injured leg, a sharp whine of pain escaped her lips. And then, without warning, she turned her head and sank her teeth into his flesh, a gesture both fierce and intimate. Setekh winced at the sensation, feeling the sharp sting of her bite and letting his own groan escape him, but he made no move to stop her. He allowed her to seek solace in her own way, finding his own depraved pleasure in her bite, his face alight with ecstasy as his molten gaze swirled affectionately.

When she finally released him, Setekh was forced to find his voice, and when he did it was brimming with satisfaction. "Come now, Princess Kyanite." Come, come, and be undone! He murmured, his tone positively delighted. And with that, he guided her away, shouldering her burden as his own. His shoulder remained within her reach as an offering in case she needed to relieve her pain again.

[Exit?]