Free at long last

Her silence is interrupted by a fool, his wet nose brushing along her own onyx nares. Steely teals eyes erupt with life and the babe's teeth appear, her intentions to attempt snapping into his muzzle clear. None held the right to touch her. She was a singular object, and she was without desire to be near any other. Back legs would bring the woman to a stand, her heart rupturing with the beginnings of adrenaline as it coursed through her veins.

She pressed her legs back into the earth, staggering them, uncaring as to if he moves, or if he stays. She wants no part in his presence, for he has violated her. Features begin to relax as the woman sees the tears in his face, his guilt edging over himself through tears. Pathetic. She is a warrior, opposed to such things, she is strong magnificent. He moves again and a growl pools in the harpy's chest. As he moves past her, Rivera relaxes, the cool fleet of his essence leaving her, and she speaks no words to him. He deserves this. He deserves to be alone.

Speech!