02-23-2012, 07:29 PM
Though she deeply disliked Amy and hated the things she did, it was almost a relief to see her touch her stomach. But of course, what mother would wish to be cruel and subjugate her own children - Caspa did not fear for the unborn pups. She feared only that they would be raised in the mould of their mother. Amy seemed incapable of understanding that it was impossible for her to lay claim to the life of another. Indeed nothing she said seemed to have reached the golden woman. Who was the 'weak creature' Amy spoke of? Probably herself, but she had not offered to take the children, or even suggested a person other than 'safe hands', which she'd left for Amy to interpret. Of course, she had probably chosen to wilfully misunderstand, as Caspa's clear implication was that the dog was no fit mother. Which of course was nothing but the truth: Amy was not even a fit sentient being, to her mind. Caspa would never rest easy while the other lived, and she suspected Amy felt the same. The rounded belly was like a barrier between them, between the two wild creatures which ached to tear into one another. Her hands were clenched into fists.
"Your words disgust me," Caspa growled. "If you will not submit to justice, you do not deserve it." She'd utterly forgotten about her magic show rehearsal: Terra would be waiting, but she had no idea what to do and all her attention was taken up by the decision she had to make. Walk away and leave Amy to spread her poison: to literally go forth and multiply. Caspa's throat soured, but she knew she had no choice. She could not hurt the innocent. The deed that must be done would have to wait until after the birth. "Who exactly deals with you anyway? There is no slavery in these lands," Caspa sneered, now keen to gather information, hoping her sweeping statement would elicit some kind of contradiction. Then perhaps she would gain a clue as to where to look for her eventual revenge: for it seemed neither of them would die today. She was ready to reach her knives, if Amy chose to attack, but the dog seemed to be actually restrained: perhaps fearing for her unborn litter. This gave her a layer of empathy that chilled Caspa even more than if she were a pure brute. But who knew what happened in the mind of such a being? Perhaps she was simply looking forward to delivering herself a batch of new slave-flesh.
"Your words disgust me," Caspa growled. "If you will not submit to justice, you do not deserve it." She'd utterly forgotten about her magic show rehearsal: Terra would be waiting, but she had no idea what to do and all her attention was taken up by the decision she had to make. Walk away and leave Amy to spread her poison: to literally go forth and multiply. Caspa's throat soured, but she knew she had no choice. She could not hurt the innocent. The deed that must be done would have to wait until after the birth. "Who exactly deals with you anyway? There is no slavery in these lands," Caspa sneered, now keen to gather information, hoping her sweeping statement would elicit some kind of contradiction. Then perhaps she would gain a clue as to where to look for her eventual revenge: for it seemed neither of them would die today. She was ready to reach her knives, if Amy chose to attack, but the dog seemed to be actually restrained: perhaps fearing for her unborn litter. This gave her a layer of empathy that chilled Caspa even more than if she were a pure brute. But who knew what happened in the mind of such a being? Perhaps she was simply looking forward to delivering herself a batch of new slave-flesh.