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I Just Killed My Boyfriend



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08-11-2014, 04:42 PM
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An eery voice would reach out to her, waking her from her light slumber. Russet audits twitched in disbelief, but a wicked desire had her rising to all fours. Powerful limbs would carry her to the border at a frenzied pace, and she would not stop as the border approached and then past. Her stride would lengthen with desperate hope for what could only be impossible. But nothing was impossible. The caller was a stranger, probably a fool, but there was no doubt in her mind of who he was summoning. Hackles would bristle with unspoken pleasure, though her scarred face remained void any real emotion. Lunges would suck in much needed oxygen as she slowly closed the distance between her home and the battlefield. Only when the scent of blood and the cries war washed over her would she slow to a walk, halting out of sight to catch her breath.

When she approached, a crowd had already gathered, and the sides where obvious. Followers of the ice king stood behind him, spitting tasteless encouragements to their master. However, the russet mans followers spoke few words, only one woman seeming to have much to say. She had arrived in time to see the russet man rush towards her sire, his intent clear. Everything seemed to slow down, the fight seeming to happen in slow motion as the beast rushed forward, jaws parting to grab a hold of his opponent. A sickening sense of thrilled gripped her belly as she joined the crowd, standing at a neutral distance, she was merely a spectator, supporting no one.

A second fight would commence, between two women, both seeming to hold strong feelings towards each other. However, as they collided, the russet Queen would pay them no mind, her attention was focused solely on the two kings. Total opposites, and yet, all too similar. Beings of power and outrageous desire with egos to match. There was no doubt in her mind that one would fall tonight, after all, the call had promised death. Tension filled her shoulders and she couldn't tear away her gaze from the bloodshed, she kept her silent hopes to herself, not yet willing to voice them to anyone, especially not herself.