Sadist incarnate --- the cacophonic crack! of ruptured bone is enough to send waves of euphoria surging through her interior, silver and violet eyes rolling in their sockets out of raw e c s t a s y, victory the sweetest taste upon her tongue. Her own blood intertwining with that of her adversary?s, the overwhelming sensation of adrenaline enough to dilute the severity of the puncture wounds to her snout as gluttonous incisors indulge in the metallic tang of GORE. Her russet adversary writhes -- a defeated worm, subservient to the battle prowess of the Elysius deity but the tyrant is merciful and relinquishes her covetous hold upon the pawn?s mandible-----however reluctantly. Pride swells within her breast at the recognition of success, battered chest cavity rapidly rising and falling with bated breath as she scrutinizes her fallen opponent through the eyes of a fledgling tyrant -- triumphant. Frayed lips, swathed in red, tweak with the manifestation of a wry grin as the fallen sovereign retreats from the arena and into the embrace of her inferiors ( undoubtedly spiteful ), defenses secured until the darkness consumes their haggard forms from view, clearly pronouncing the victorious from the defeated.
Adorning the metaphorical crown she had seized through vigorous bloodshed, the tyrant turns to face her family, pride ever stagnant upon her marred countenance as she offers them the upward turn of velveteen lips. She had vowed to them their home, and it was a vow she had F U L F I L L E D.
