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*Isardis* · 12-11-2013, 09:38 PM

Ah, so the woman?s womb was flooded with the life of Taurig, eh? Pity, and oh how satisfying it could have been to force her abortion. And yet Isardis held no desire to do so, he would use the woman and her pregnancy to his advantage, death not needed. The call had been unexpected, and yet hardly surprising; the elegant demon falling from his resting place with the illusion of minimal gravity, silver curls flicking about coral hocks as he would waltz. The briefest of barks would summon his queen to him, and his seemingly closest high ranker and daughter; Roman, and proudly, lips tainted by the folding pleasures of his mind, he would seek Taurig.

His golden babe had found her way to him already, accompanied also by the foolish girl, Sibelle. It was a shame to see the russet lamb, reboring beneath his gaze with the prospect of greatness, only to have her waste it upon a closeness with the betraying blue, the enemy. Her gaze so swollen with a hatred unamendable, it was in that moment he would give up on her existence; attempt to blank her from his mind and disown her as blood, so as she would never plague his thoughts again. A low chuckle would tickle pale lips, bubbling forth with the cunning desires of their meeting, embracing every moment he felt the power of his position, ?Come to plead for your queen, boy?? wasn?t this perfect.

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