08-31-2017, 07:32 PM
She is infuriated but knows the plan would work. In many ways, she thought it below her to seem weak. To be beneath the paw of a man, even if this stag was hers. This relationship they had (if it was a relationship at all) was something she held high. The only part of her that wasn't cracked cold.
Maybe she was willing to die for him.
To kill for him.
Never the less, his plan would work.
He sinks his teeth into her shoulder, a welcome burn she finds delight in. A smile works its way unto dark lips.
"If that is what you wish of me dearest, then it shall be done."
Their success was the only thing her mind could formulate at this moment in time. The only thing her heart beat for. Success. Whether it came at the hands of the Wraith, or in the blood soaked talons of her child it would come to them.
She watched her darling Morty from her spot, head tilting to drink in every part of him. He is certainly something, yes? A brilliant array of color despite the dark ink of his pelt. A god amongst them it seemed. A true believer in what he wanted, what they wanted.