Talk [Segar]

She could pinpoint the day it began. The day her own brother had pinned her down, body dominating and fierce, teeth, tearing deep into her face and shoulder as he took her body. Delusional in fever and illness she could remember in vivid detail every thrust his body had made against her own, every drop of blood she could remember staining her ivory pelt. It had begun at first not even noticeable, like a small crack on a window... but given time it had grown, branching out like spiderwebs, thin cracks upon her psyche that eventually tore away completely. The dame had a thousand voices, a thousand problems and always they were random, scattered, seperate.

Until today.

Every last voice, every last piece of her personality were zeroed in on these events. Keene eyes of silver hardened into icy gems. Distant, unreadable, callus, cold. He snapped at her mate, tearing his ear like paper, his scream of pain would echo in her heart until her dying day she was quite sure. Hatred filled her eyes like a plague, spreading through the liquid silver like a fire uncontained, but her face remained neutral, and still the king did not leave adding insult to injury... no Ghost was a great many things, but a Seracian she was no longer. She would not be here come the next morn. This self proclaimed king was a monster no better than her brother delusional and sick with fever, at least he had his illness to stand by, what did this wolf who thought he was better than they have? A vendetta because Segar had not first sought permission for attempting to help someone who clearly needed it? This pseudo-king had chosen enemy over ally and the dame would not forgive.

"You think I do not bleed for what you have done to my heart? Any wound you could inflict would hurt less." Venom fell from her tones, hatred that burned her tongue even as it left her jaws. His words of a medic and healing her beloved only increasing her anger and her hatred. Her lips curled back over her teeth, her fury now displaying itself upon her maw but still she spoke no more. She turned her back upon the king, guiding her whimpering mate back to his den, she would kill him if she listened to another God damned word that fell from his mouth.

Seracia would pay for the wrong they had caused her beloved. She would make sure of it.