You Oughta Know
03-18-2014, 12:34 AM
The summons for Raisa's presence met the man's ears with great frustration. His queen had been called to meetings by many different leaders as of late, and it seemed that they would only keep pushing at her. Golden eyes squinted in annoyance as he rose from his meal and followed the fresh scent of his queen to the border of their newly established lands. It was not long before he caught sight of the two wolves at the border, one being his ashen queen and the other... She was hot, she was angry, and she was ready. Her fight had only made him all the more willing to prove that he was in power. She had lost her will and would soon lose her innocence. This bitch, the alabaster northern bitch, would take what he gave her whether she liked it or not. She could not stop him from taking what he had rightfully won. The cunt had it coming to her. He would grab he by the scruff and his jaws would lock down hard, his tongue lolling at the crimson tang of her blood in his mouth. He would take her and leave her for the vultures. He would finish, and turn to look into her fading amethyst eyes and....those eyes... Her eyes had haunted him since the day he met Raisa. He could never forget her eyes. She was standing there, speaking with his queen and he was frozen to the spot, her sickly scent hanging heavily in his nostrils, his breathing going ragged. He would not lose control. It would not happen again. He wanted to cry out for the physical pain that her presence would bring him. How could he face her, now, and in front of his ashen queen? To have such beauty thwarted by his hideous mind was unspeakable. The alabaster dame did not deserve the way he had treated her. And his queen did not deserve to have all alliances broken on his behalf. The auburn man wished to run far from the scene on the border, Yes, she was alive. Yet the relief that should have washed over him was poisoned with the horror that threatened to choke him. His eyes widened in fear and he knew exactly what he had to do. Paws would shakily push him forward until he stood nearly three lengths from the pair of them, where he could go no further. He opened his maw to speak but words would not surface. Finally, a rasp of air would escape his jaws and struggle to form words. "My....my queen..." He would speak to the ashen royal. Golden optics would squint again, for he could not meet the gaze of either woman. "You speak to the woman I defiled." He told her plainly, finally able to muster up the strength to raise his head. Eyes would finally lock onto the face of the northern woman, and though he held his body straight and chin high, he could not keep the sob from escaping his throat as his nightmares became a reality. "My lady, words would never be enough." He would began, taking a step back, shaking his auburn head and cowering in her presence. "Never enough to make what I did to you excusable. I...I am....I was a monster to you." Ears would lay flat against his skull, not in a sign of hostility, but in pure submission to the woman. "I am a monster." He would confirm for himself and for his own queen. -FUGUE- |
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