Fire and Ice

Fugue pulled himself off of the girl, his body sore and tired from the excitement. He rolled his shoulders out and straightened his neck, dropping his golden orbs to the ground only for an instant to see the crumpled heap of white fur lying nearby. She was breathing, and bloodied, but definitely alive.

See what you've done. What you've become. You are no son of Flamesong.

He left us all to die and you just proved that you can fight for yourself!

And rape.

Rape her again.

Do it again.

He turned from her image and smiled, satisfied. No, he would not need it again. Not today, at least. At this thought, his ears perked and he turned back to the woman.

"Don't you worry dear, I'll see you again soon. You're always welcome with me in the swamplands, and we can play like that every night." His tones expressed a soft chuckle then. His teeth flashed briefly in the sunlight as he nipped affectionately at her ear. "Welcome to the wild, princess."

---EXIT FUGUE---