I'LL LOAD THE GUN, YOU PLACE THE BETS

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? her incisors are the guillotine that skewers the frail flesh above his precious jugular, threatening to terminate his measly life as the pressure of her bite intensifies; alas, the deity has no intentions of slaughtering her former kin where he stands -- she aspires to see him suffer for his transgressions. thus, as the boy practically kneels at her paws in a testimony of his defeat, the deity wrenches her jaws free of his flesh, vengeance and iron the sweetest taste upon her tongue as her mismatched eyes yet linger upon his pathetic form, disdain laden within her fixated gaze. red seeps from the former elysius? myriad of wounds and their creator merely revels in her victory, skull ascending from its defensive position with obvious arrogance as a decadent smirk chisels her frayed lips. the tyrant queen is proudly stagnant even as the conquered spits an abhorrent concoction of saliva and blood at her paws, tainting her pallid fur an even darker { and deadlier } shade of crimson; yet she remains wholly undeterred from her initial operation -- and even further fueled.



he dares to utter a final sentiment saturated with potent venom and a mirthless chortle cascades from the phantom?s jaws in retaliation, her skull drawing closer to his own as her frigid gaze interlocks with his own cerulean. ?and your krall descendents will be as pathetic as their founder, nameless one,? is the sinister vow that infiltrates the momentary silence before ravenous jaws strive for the boy?s right eye, upper jaw successfully latching just above its target as her mandible purchases just beneath. and as the pressure applied behind her bite increases, so the targeted eye is crushed betwixt ruthless jaws until it gives way to her jaws? exertion and the deity wrenches the eye clean of its socket, successfully severing the optic nerve with the jagged edges of her incisors. blood pours from the vacant socket yet her sibling is no longer conscious to register the carnage she has wrought upon his form, and her pupils briefly admire the damage she has provoked before disgust ensues and she forces her attention elsewhere. pupils engulf the familiar physique of her carmine beauty and she offers the empress a satisfied simper, tipping her skull in the wraith?s direction before robust limbs propel her from the proximities of the gory scene, leaving her past behind to rot.