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The drums of war



Chryseis


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09-09-2014, 04:09 PM
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Rage seethed from every pour of her being. Her petite bodice trembled, her temper held in check by only a thread. She felt as though she was going to explode. Lips peeled back to reveal ivory daggers, tongue rolling against behind its cage. Her hackles bristled, tail lashing back and forth above her hips. Slaves. It left a nasty taste in her mouth and only fueled her desire for the bloodiest revenge. She would bring them all their knees, they would all bow before her. No one was going to stand in her way now. She would burn this world to the ground, and spill as much blood as necessary to extract her revenge. Slave. She was ready to lash out at the next thing that came within striking distance.

Hypnos was tucked carefully in a den on the outskirts of the lands, away from any other members. He was confused and frightened, but she needed to rein in her temper before she could comfort him. Her face contorted into a mixture of a crazed grin and vicious snarl. Heads were going to roll. The only thing that kept her from completely losing it as Apollo's admission. He loved her. He had declared it in front of his entire family, and didn't take it back even as he was demoted. Her body would continue in its angry trembling.

Part of her blamed him for this. He had not wanted to leave. Even after his parents had publicly shamed her and claimed her as their own personal slave. Her sides heaved with the silent effort of controlling her temper. How dare he! He has just sat there, silent. A snarl finally left her lips, teeth snapping together at nothing. Her mind scrambled to figure a way out of this. She could always fight for her freedom, how hard could it possibly be? But she was not irrevocably tied to Apollo. Her actions would reflect back on him. Her fight would only bring him suffering. But how dare he! He had tossed her into this mess without turning back. Sure she had arrived her on her own free will, and when that bastard had bestowed the rank of Slave upon her, she had held her tongue in hopes that Apollo would rise to her defense and they would leave. But no. He had failed.

"Speech"