how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays
Mary’s drawl is a thorn in Valdis’ side, another trigger that skyrockets the pulsating of her blood. Fire pours through her, and it nearly surfaces to her skin until she swallows it down with a slow blink of her eyes. The pounding of her heart settles, for now, and she funnels her attention on the children – all of which are absent – and the fertility that Mary seems to possess. ”Congratulations,” she states with the slightest upturn of gentleness in her voice. As fearful as she was to be a mother, Valdis has settled into the position well enough. ”Yes, Dracarys will be quite a force,” she expected no less from her coupling with Sinner, ”and I can only imagine what her future siblings will be like.” A blatant inclination that her time with the King is far from over. There is something brewing between them, but it isn’t so beautiful as a tender lover’s kiss or a warm, passionate embrace. They feed from one another’s strength, empowering each other.
Together, they could be unstoppable.
And she expects their prodigy to mirror that – to bolster the dragon and hellhound heritage – and to thrive.
Smug in her own imagination, it takes a second longer to hear Mary speak, but Valdis’ eyes narrow quickly enough to mask the hesitation. ”Both fathers…” she murmurs with a curled lip of disgust, sickeningly picturing the Queen coupling with more than one at a time.
But then the names hit.
Disgust melts into irritation then into rage. Everything melds together and storms inside her gut. ”You are foul,” her voice is a growl, primal as her blood comes to a boil. Her hooves transition without her knowledge from hooves to talons. They knead the soil and leaf bed in frustration, holding herself back from pouncing. ”Such a Whore Queen you are. You open yourself to anything with legs, it seems!” And to imagine Sinner having been with her, curled into one being to create young Sabrina – sickening. ”How disgraceful,” she inches backwards as though offended (and truthfully, she is by all parties). ”How could my brothers ever find enjoyment in you. How could they taint our family and our bloodlines…” in reality, Mary has done nothing to the family as a whole. It’s a personal vendetta more than anything.
Raul and Velk. Their names are barbs on her tongue, bile in her mouth. And Mary?
Everything that has bottled up inside Valdis spills out all in this one conversation, relentless and free.
”You, Whore Queen, disgust me.”
Valdis
@[Mary]