OOC: Set right after Maim attempt, so vague. Trying to keep this quick. Also extreme mature trauma warning when reading. She scurried back to the den, a limp in her walk as she escaped the clutches of her monstrous son. And though she was more scared of him now than she had ever been, she would barley let the emotions shine off her face. She always knew Kefka felt superior and Godly, and though she knew a lot of the Abraxas felt this way such as Kaine, she knew Kefka wasn't even edging on the ordinary as his beliefs went stronger than his Abraxas bloodlines and she was starting to believe she should just take him out and rid the world of her impurity. She turned her neck around just outside of the den to see his massive form towering over and her eyes widened as she went to escape his grasp. Walk "Talk" Think

He watched as his mother left the lake side and cowered away back to their dens. A slight smile came from the fear he gave her but he didn't feel satisfied. He'd wait only a moment before letting his massive paws lead the way back to the den, after the tail of his mother. It was perfect as she turned to look at him and he could see that real, true fear in the glimmer of her eye. He lunged, his paws slamming down on her back at her shoulders and he felt excitement as she squirmed under him. "You stupid bitch." He whispered through a menacing grin and the rush of adrenaline still running through after their battle. He took his gaping jaws to her scruff so he could release his weight off his paws and still have a hold of her. His nose took in the scent of her rose body, and as he grabbed hold of her sides, his brain would take him away from the fact that this was actually his mother he was about to let his desires take care of. -fade- Kefka knew vaguely of Agria's past as most of the scars seemed to fade over her older years only leaving some of the deeper wounds and if he ever asked she would leave it simple and sweet that she let a man control her. And though his neurons may have put a glaze over his actions over his mother, he wanted it this way. He hated her fucking guts and she deserved to suffer from what she took away from him. As he released, he placed his paw on her back yet again and pushed her, what felt like lifeless, body into the ground and wandered off to his den. He would turn to look out the mouth and just watch, wondering if he had actually killed her. Not that he felt any shame towards that but if she was still alive that only meant more fun for him at least a little while longer before she died. He wanted to be like that man that had a leash around her throat just as she had done to him. Walk "Talk" Think

Kefka leaped over on top of her, his paws a huge weight on her delicate and older body. She wiggled under them, almost as if she were swimming in the dirt under her. But when he grabbed her by his teeth, her entire body tensed up hard as a board. He wouldn't, would he? Only her eyes raced as she felt an emotional pain from the trauma she once endured. But her own son? She couldn't believe that he would do something this heinous. To her. To anyone else, but not her. Her body went limp as he assaulted her, as if she went into an out-of-body experience. Her past trauma now being relived and she couldn't physically handle it. -fade- Kefka pushed her into the dirt and she still couldn't move. She felt paralyzed in both mind and body. She honestly expected him to kill her and at least she wouldn't have to live with the fact that she failed to mold her demonous son into a better wolf. So bad that he did this to her. And now she really wished she had either done the decency to the world by ripping out his throat as a yearling. It felt like hours, but really only about twenty minutes passed before she struggled to rise, avoiding eye contact with Kefka who she knew lurked inside his den. She'd limp into her own den beside his with shame and curl up in a tight ball as if that would give her more comfort. She wouldn't sleep tonight. And not really fear that Kefka would come finish the job, but praying that he would. Because she never had the mentality to off herself. -Exit Agria- Walk "Talk" Think

He was honestly surprised but non-the-less joyed to see her shamingly rise off the ground and sulk back to her den. His eyes glued to her as she went to continue living beside him. He pulled his chin in with a prideful grin. And he knew she would wish herself dead, but he wouldn't honor her with that. She would be his play thing until he felt like she was no longer needed. That or she would simply die old, wondering everyday if he would kill her. That was satisfying enough. Though he couldn't really see himself committing what he just had again to her, that didn't mean he couldn't seek his revenge on her for as long as he wanted. Perhaps another day, another season, or another three years as she had held him captive for. -Exit Kefka- Walk "Talk" Think