You must be suicidal to cross me

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

Before there was time for her to react to the teeth that sunk into her skin, Liste was on her back. It was a place she was oddly used to being. She felt the familiar shiver of fear rack her body before she relaxed, accepting her fate as her father had taught her to. Her tail folded in against her stomach as she stared at the menacing golden eyes that pierced her own. It was a male eerily similar to her who held her down - same eyes, same dark pelt, and scared throughout. Thankfully her scars were hidden below her fur, her face having been spared from the wrath of the demon who had created her.



Evidently I am doing what I have always done, Liste would murmur, her voice quiet but even. What is it you plan to do with me now, sir?

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