Invisible Box
12-11-2013, 06:24 PM
Somehow leaning into him, and his calm, considerate acceptance of her defeat would only serve to do the opposite of her intentions. Rage would froth within her chest, reaching every inch of her core and warming it to a thousand degrees. He would confirm that she could never displease him, and for a moment it seemed as if that might quell her, only until the foolish once-prisoner spoke again. He was sorry he hurt her, he didn't want to fight her. He knew they were good, they just had different motives. He wished them happiness. The rage boiled over. In an instant, on three good legs, the Queen would jolt away from her ivory lover, closing the distance between the long-gone prisoner and she. A few yards she would move, that was all her injured paw would allow her. Fury continued to boil, and all at once her jaws would wrench open, blood trickling onto her fangs on her right side as she bellowed after him - words she knew he would not miss. ?Go AWAY, (pause) AWAY! YOU MOCK THE QUEEN OF GLACIEM, OF AN EMPIRE YOU COULD NEVER HOPE TO STAND AGAINST!? She would cease her yelling with a final, deadly quiet phrase. ?Pray that you never cross paths with me again.? She would not be felled a second time. She would hang her head, panting, as blood continued to trail from the wound on her face. Defeated, she would turn emerald sockets to Isardis - the pools of green radiating only half of their usual vigor. ?I'm going to need a healer.? She would hobble toward him, leaning her right side against him so to avoid putting pressure on her injured paw. Her blood would surely stain his cheek and neck, but that wasn't a concern anymore. Her mind was spinning, hormones racing, blood and rage still surging. Exit Sen w/Isar? ?speak,? |
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