Your Equal in Many Ways
01-01-2014, 09:50 PM
Raisa laughed again at the fae's bland retort. We're all adept at survival, she thought, but did not say. It's kill or be killed from the day we're born. We were born with fangs for a reason. The image of dark, bloody teeth flashed in her mind's eye, and she winced before she could repress in. The girl would paw at her nose, as if she had an inch, quickly trying to play it off. "Yes, yes, of course," she said, brushing the woman off. "Survival of the fittest, find a mate, settle down, die, whatever." There was something deeper at work in a band of wolves that would intentionally live in the shadow of brimstone and sulfur and death incarnate, couldn't she see that? The air stank with corrosion and danger and nightmares. It was hell on earth. Raisa smiled pleasantly at the fae and said, "I like you," knowing it would likely grate under her fur. Raisa was not a likable wolf. "I'm Raisa Xanilov, Queen to the Ebony throne, in a decimated land, far away." Her smile was as sweet as a rose. |
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