basically you can have liste die in your next post if you want. i just wanted artemis to lose control of herself to the bloodlust and gradually increase her pressure on the bite until liste dies i guess. so that's what's gonna happen in my next post xD but you can just pp it like it's happening,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? it is immediately that the dappled form of her acolyte manifests perpendicularly to the invader?s right side, seething with palpable aggravation and engulfed in violent apprehension -- every sinister intention lurking beneath the woman?s exterior visible in the intensity of her verdant gaze. yet the queen is silent, unflinching, and unwilling to grant the thyre wraith an opportunity to unleash whatever wrath she hopes to inflict upon their little guest; this one is hers, and she will make an example of her to those that dared to loiter within her shadowed crypt without invitation from the rightful tyrant -- who had bled for the kingdom they so casually trekked upon. fury is present within the prisms of her own mismatched eyes yet her marred countenance reflects naught but sheer apathy, indifference a deceitful guise that the queen suitably adorns even as the invader calmly reclines upon her haunches. indignation flares within her broadened chest cavity { for how does the woman not fear the savage wrath of the tyrant queen? } and her pupils ravage the trespasser?s physique, taking brief notice of the lacerations variously stitched throughout her flesh and the deranged gleam to her molten gaze. perhaps this was a masochist come to seek the thrill of gore -- carnage of which the tyrant would offer to her upon a silver platter.
but it is the statement that forces a wry grin to contort the porcelain premises of her visage, and the queen pushes herself from the proximities of the tree she had propped herself against as a strangled and mirthless sort of laughter writhes from decadent jaws. ?if that is what you seek, i will oblige your request, my dear.? for she is a merciful tyrant who sought to appease her audience. robust appendages dutifully propel the phantom towards the woman as her defenses settle into place { for she expects a fight }, pace quickened and strides lengthy as she lays waste to the distance that lingers between she and the subservient whore -- her brutal intentions wrought within the guttural snarl that taints the otherwise silent atmosphere. gluttonous jaws seek the tender neck, ravenous incisors intending to clamp down upon the leftwards jugular in an obvious threat of death; however, the elysius does not intend to apply enough pressure to make such an assault fatal. no -- she yearns to hear the yelps and pleas for mercy, if it will only appease the sadist lurking beneath taut flesh.
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