06-20-2018, 02:24 PM
There are always the weak minded, Harmonia knows this. Those who aren't willing, or ready or brave or strong, enough to do what is necessary. Ajatar's sire was not one of those men. Harmonia's sire was not one of those men.
Warrick, it seems, is.
Harmonia rolls her eyes. Yes, this is a powerplay. Everything with her was. She does nothing without first reaffirming her position as above, as higher. She's smarter, she's stronger, she's faster. She's everything, the untouchable creature, the devil with the black dress on. She sighs with her eye roll, her eyes leveling on Warrick as he visibly bristles at the display. She doesn't understand, she never will - she's unable to empathize. Unable to think of anyone but herself.
"Not a threat," she says, though it is. Isn't it?
"A proposition. A weapon. Something for you to use, to keep your kingdom safe. Is that not your ultimate goal? Do you not have wolves at your door?"
Harmonia isn't a wolf, she's a dragon.
Longclaw draws her attention away, her ears flattening against her head. "Silence," she commands, half a mind to throw magic at him to silence him. But then he speaks again, he goads her...oh, he knows how to hit her nerves. She smiles a slow, coy smile.
"Ajatar? Go."
Ajatar is frozen, her eyes wide with panic behind that impenetrable mask. She steels herself, her mind as closed as she could possibly make it. She tries to kick and scream and push her mother away, the muscles in her neck contracting with the effort. Her mothers hold is tenuous now, the first bit of serious push she's ever given the palomino matriarch. Harmonia fights with effort too, lather building up around her axillary and inguinal region.
The disease spreads.
Harmonia
kids sure like the devil these days and i’m the devil with a black dress on
@[Warrick] @[Longclaw]
(I left this open ended because the disease spreads as far as you want. Ajatar will obviously fight it. Anyone is welcome to attack Harmonia during this time. I don't even care about power playing
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