War Pigs
12-10-2013, 08:56 PM
Victory was hers, sweet upon her tongue and within her chest. Vyvienne pulled back swiftly after her final attack, raising her head up proudly, a haughty display of power and dominance. ?You are mine,? she growled, no room for question within her voice. Pain lanced through the wounds upon her face, and yet she could only feel victorious. ?Don?t do it again,?she said, referring to the lip given, the direct contradiction, and any other offense that was not bluntly obvious. Gaze swept to the retreating form of her father and the stranger she?d attempted to scare off, a growl heavy in her throat.
Eyes would sweep to Meinx and Syren, gauging their reactions. ?Fix her,? she told them before she turned, hoping to depart the scene and seek out the deplorable scents that filled her caves. She would chase them off one by one, until she was left at peace with what was hers. For now it would be a difficult task, but it would only help teach her the art of war, and for that the green-eyed amazon could certainly be thankful. ?exit attempt-
Eyes would sweep to Meinx and Syren, gauging their reactions. ?Fix her,? she told them before she turned, hoping to depart the scene and seek out the deplorable scents that filled her caves. She would chase them off one by one, until she was left at peace with what was hers. For now it would be a difficult task, but it would only help teach her the art of war, and for that the green-eyed amazon could certainly be thankful. ?exit attempt-
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