An Eye For An Eye
The sunrays fall as a blanket of white upon the greenery. In their glow the nascent leaves of spring lie papery and delicate, drinking in the energy the trees crave. These brilliant days must be better than christmas for all the flora, an all-you-can-eat buffet until sundown. The air has the gentle heat of the new season, not warm, or cold, but tepid. On the ground lies the wetness of a recent rain-shower, soaking into the dark mud but all of these were irrelevant fore the bronze mistress had only one thing in her mind -- she means b u s i n e s s. The pain that she felt was not felt the way a cut or bruise was. This was much different and only the autumn babe could tell it was there. Sometimes the pain was at the back of her mind like a pulse; vibrating, pulsating, filling her thoughts with irrational plans. Other times it pushed itself forward demanding attention. Cutting her heart and mind in half -- stinging with every breath she took. She knew what all these had in common, the root of all evil must be severed before she can start anew, before all of them could start anew. A thunderous howl erupted from the back of her throat, raising in toxcity as soon as it was released between her succulent, full lips. A call for Erövrare Leader. It was time the ombilical cord to be severed and to reigain her and her spawns freedom from the Tyrant Alpha -- if odds were in her favour there will be no blood shed today.
Nephthys VS. Tyranis for FREEDOM of her and pups x3 (leaving ero with her and her pups)
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He strode toward her call, decked in his armor that he had become accustomed to wearing and followed by his companions; the raven and the cobra. The woman was small compared to him with a light frame, and even with the fresh wounds Hannibal had inflicted he still stood tall and ominous; a black obelisk that blocked the sun and casted a long reaching shadow. Without a word he stripped himself of his cloak and helmet, his golden eyes darting to hers to stare her down defiantly. He had already toppled one king, if it came to it he would dominate a pharaoh and leave her a broken shamble of a creature. He would truly be the king of kings and he could retire peacefully.
“What do you want?” He asked in a low growl, his fur bristling as he stared her down. This could be ended peacefully if she chose it, all she would have to do was offer him the one thing he gained by keeping her; Information.
Recluse hated the black woman they'd been left with. Something about her still put the girl on edge and she'd taken to lurking in the peripheries and baring her fangs at the monster woman whenever she got too close. So when her mother's voice had called from within the pack lands she'd darted away as soon as their babysitter's attention was drawn. She'd made the mad dash to her mother's heel, not really stopping until contact was made. For a moment she breathed, catching her breath before peering around her mother's form up at the black and grey man. She could sense the hostility between them and so Recluse too felt her hackles raising, tiny puppy fangs barring at the man and a high growl, the most threatening she could manage, wound from her lungs. The child didn't yet know what was happening around here as of late but she knew things were changing, there was anger and hostility she couldn't recognize. All she knew was she hated it and she would do her best to fight whatever needed fighting with her momma.
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Even if the bronze succubus had known failure in her life, it didn't show. Everything from the way she held herself high and regal, shoulders aligned with her slender spine, to the way she spoke, to that look of unassailable confidence in her fiery eyes said she could do it. She will get out even if she had to rain blood on the tyrant Alpha like the Holy Ghost. Orange jewels, swimming in a pool or purple, followed his every move -- the way he carried himself spoke volumes to her. The moment the babe laid eyes on him she knew it was now or never, as if the gas peddle got stuck down and she could do nothing but accelerate. I am out, Tyranis. melodious tones wrapped in the venom of a serpent, I am out and I am taking mine. blood rushed through her yet she stood unmoving before the King. The succubus took one step forward, It has been enough bloodshed. I am willing to strike a deal. Watching his every move and expressions offering a neutral, ice cold one of her owns. Her head was in the game and she felt the bump on her limb too late. It took a moment to look down to observe her daughter -- phantom junior. What in the hell was Cordelia doing? A barely audible growl punched through the pit of her throat, chest vibrating with the resonance. Her attention returned to the King of Erövrare while the succubus leaned her regalia to whisper to her spawn, Wait for Mother next to that big rock and.. she rapidly pointed at it with her eyes, heart growing heavy by her words, ...if I tell you to run then you run as fast as your little legs can carry you and find Cordelia. she rose to her full heights, muscle tensing due to the dangerous situation she found herself in -- unknowingly to her, the little phantom decided to follow her. You understand me, babyclaws? she offered the petite phantom a smile of reassurence, her gaze never leaving the male.
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