05-15-2018, 05:34 PM
The anticipation of his surrender is short live and disappointment coarse through her veins as she considers him at her feet. Eyes closed he doesnt see her as she circles him in search of the king she'd heard ruled the Sylvan forest. Prone and submissive she tsked her tongue with regret and realization. With one final squeeze upon his heart she back away, withdrawing her power just enough to leave him stuttering.
"Pathetic," she scoffed in disgust. "You would surrender so easily to me? An Ischain bred bastard?"
She spit in his direction, her stream of sylvia just narrowly missing the red bulb upon his nose.
"It appears, to me," she continued boldly. "That you need me more than I need you."
It was odd, the effect of having one's fear detached. It was almost freeing and she found herself able to speak whatever truth popped into her pretty little head. She was no longer ashamed of her identity. Chosing, instead to don it like a badge of honor - fuel for her rage.
@[Modicum Mortem]
"Pathetic," she scoffed in disgust. "You would surrender so easily to me? An Ischain bred bastard?"
She spit in his direction, her stream of sylvia just narrowly missing the red bulb upon his nose.
"It appears, to me," she continued boldly. "That you need me more than I need you."
It was odd, the effect of having one's fear detached. It was almost freeing and she found herself able to speak whatever truth popped into her pretty little head. She was no longer ashamed of her identity. Chosing, instead to don it like a badge of honor - fuel for her rage.
@[Modicum Mortem]