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She could see it in the blue of his eyes, the anger and hurt. She was doing that, and she loved to see the suppressed response in his eyes. It was what she wanted to see. She was sick and twisted, like her genes always had wanted her to be. Bad blood ran through polluted veins, blue and beautiful. Did the young male see the glorious mark that had been branded into her own flesh? It wasn’t such a great symbol of superiority anymore, as so many unworthy creatures had acquired the tattoo. Hers was true though, and she would still be proud.
He didn’t reply though, and she only flashed a pleasant smile, fluttering thick, black eyebrows mischievously. She was all for assuming, and the poor wolf wouldn’t even be given a fair chance. He was unlucky to have her ruin his day. She was extremely pleased to see him back away the moment her hand extended from her dominant figure. The contempt only made her smile fatter, and her claws quickly dug into the dead meat when he finally moved to give her his meal. His movement was slow and cautious, and hers were swift and ruthless.
If he just hadn’t defiled the meat with his spit. But she supposed it was still edible. Of course it was, but even her thoughts were foul. ”Even if you do have permission to be here, I don’t want you to go off stealing our game.” she sneered. The woman wasn’t really that hungry, though she had a role to play before this unclean animal. The Triarii turned the rabbit over and took a healthy bite of the lean meat. Chewing, her full hips swayed with her confidence as she continued her previous circle around him. ”Do you understand?” she asked, thick drops of blood running down her chin.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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