Break Stuff

N/A · 09-06-2014, 09:23 PM

She would watch as he rose to his feet, quietly accepting his fate. His name rolled off his tongue, Forsake. How fitting. She would smirk. His words were serious as he asked for her name, and what she preferred to be called. "Cataleya." Her name rolled fluidly off her tongue with practiced ease. "You may call you whatever you wish." She had no use for titles, nor did she really care how she was addressed, so long as it was done politely. Idly she would stare down at him, pondering what to do with him. "Leave these lands, and it'll be the last thing you do." She would coo softly to the boy, as though she cared for him. "You will come when called, whether it be me or another ranking member." Commands rolled off her tongue with ease as she peered down at the boy. He had better learn his place, and learn it fast. He would be the only slave in this pack, perhaps she should tell him. But it would be so amusing to watch him slowly figure it out. "You will ranked as a slave until you are old enough to challenge for a higher rank." There was no negotiating it, at least not now. She raised a brow, daring him to challenge it. Limbs would support her easily, carrying her away from the boy, not bothering to look if he followed or not, she was done here, and was more than ready to return to the moor.

-exit unless stopped-

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