personal hell.

*Vyvienne* · 11-19-2013, 01:08 PM

Like a shadow she emerged, growing and lanky, developing with the promise of muscle. One day Vyvienne would become a giantess, but now she was a modest height. Still, her lack of full growth did not diminish her conviction, her desire to eradicate the plague that set upon her home. The plague of those who weren?t hers and who never would be. It did not bode well that she found her father, one of her dear possessions, associating with such a mongrel. Silently she stalked forth, power in every step, long, bony legs carrying her towards what she hoped would be her father?s side. She wished to press against him, a growl rumbling in her chest.
"You are weak,? she told the white woman. There was no question, only conviction. If she had lost a fight and let what was hers be taken from her, she was most certainly pathetic. The girl?s acidic gaze sought to bore into the woman, her pelt fluffing up. The heat of her disdain was apparent, the hatred she had that she was required to share her land with such filth obvious. "You smell,? she said. There was no further explanation, merely a glare, a powerful one, baring directly into the woman?s eyes in a challenge of dominance and strength.

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