At first she was taken aback. She said nothing until the other was done, and then she gave it time. Good things and bad things. He was alive. He was.. sort of well. Her concern for his wellbeing was replaced by another worry. Perhaps there was something wrong with him, no sane person would go that far. But then again, she was glad. She was glad and proud that he had raped her, but the thought disgusted her. After all, he'd been inside of her. The thought made her shudder. But, he had robbed her of something precious, perhaps now she knew what it felt like to have the world ripped out from beneath her? She deserved it, and the ivory femme hoped she would never forget it. She hoped it rocked with the foundations of her life, and it probably did. Mew herself had never been raped, but she had met victims, and she knew what it did to them. That is.. unexpected... In fact, she was at a loss of words. What could she say? She felt pride, and happiness at his dark deed. It was, perhaps, not in his place to avenge her, but she had been too weak herself. Ever since the darkness had started raining down on her she had nurtured a growing hate for the crazed coyote, and all other coyotes in addition. She wished they would die, the wretched scum was tainting the beauty of the lands where wolves were meant to roam. The thoughts darkened her eyes and she felt it rise to her throat. When she spoke, she was serious, and her voice was less melodic and more flat than usual. I don't know what to say. The filthy coyote deserved it |
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