One man's trash

He was too cool, too even keel against her desperate clinging to some semblance of something better within him. Something more than what he was so blatantly placing before her.

She swallowed as he coldly mused about how she wouldn’t even see the day her children would fight for their lives if she would betray him this way.

“No! I… I don’t want to start a war…” she replied softly, the wind died in the sails of her wings. It was finally starting to dawn on her that he really could… do whatever he wanted. He was the Warlord. There would be no way to stop him.

As the vice began to darken around her chest fresh tears began to flow. Her eyes fell to the ground as the rage boiled at what was dawning on her.

“Get out.” She commanded quietly. Turning away from him again. “GET OUT!” She screamed as she fell to the ground scraping her claws into the dirt of the floor. She wanted to kick and scream and bite him! She wanted to lash out and scar him! She wanted to wreck the den with her rage!