Ground into the Earth

Yi TaeKyung · 04-27-2012, 07:32 AM

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I also apologize for the wait~! OnO Since you’ve obviously had threads since this one’s date, what sort of wounds did you have her receive? OuO
WC:534

Even as the ranked one’s approach seemed to grow swifter, the Korean did not flinch. The fighter did not fear the wolves of the pack. No. That was not why she was ranked as Slave. When her mind was shattered, Salvia had been there to take advantage of her wounded status. And so she had been captured. And since then, the ‘higher’ thinking that mirrored the humanesque imbalanced had begun to fade. Now the Jindo wolf, although having retained language—when she chose to speak—and her fighting, was merely a simple, wild wolf having fallen into the stranger hierarchy of the Salsolan pack. And while, much out of reverence for Salvia, she partook in her place as ‘slave,’ the Korean struggled now to maintain that place. Magnolia snarled words at her, and for a moment longer, the Korean remained silent. The lunar orbs, seemingly fathomless, lifted to meet the other woman’s gaze, those strange eyes almost glowing in the light. The alto voice responded, the exotic voice quiet, an almost sweet sound that seemed to belie the feral and exotic beauty of the slave: “TaeKyung is belong to Salvia.” It was perhaps the first vocal acknowledgment of her lowly status as Salvia’s personal slave. But that was all she said, as if that explained it all.

Then the ranked one spat. In her stillness, the slave made no attempt to move. Phlegm was cast upon her, hitting the top of her strong muzzle like a slap in the face. Something within her shuddered, as if something—composure, or Sanity perhaps—threatened to fall off the shelf of her blackened soul. The black pelted slave flickered her maw, flinging the spit from her being, ridding herself of the insults and degradation. As the obsidian crania returned to point at the ranked one, the Jindo-wolf stumbled back several steps. The blue crested one had pushed her. Black claws tearing at the earth as her body responded to the perturbation. It seemed as if the forced imbalance of the slave further fed the shudder of her soul. Something feel off the shelf. Terrible jaws parted as the Korean hybrid slid back—a strange yet effective movement that somehow seemed more suited for her bipedal shape—and let loose terrible snarl. It was almost a roar, and yet merely a snarl for the short and sudden nature. White teeth were unsheathed from her wordless lips, lunar orbs widening with a wild fury. The jaws of the angered one snapped, a warning attack, although, for the fae’s belligerent nature, the warning may have included the tearing of flesh if the other would not move away.

The golden piercing flashed in the dull light, reminding the Slave of the Flame of her bondage. The vicious snarl died with the snap of her jaws, and yet the growled breathing that was expelled from her breast spoke only of danger. The Jindo-wolf took a step back, although not in fear, creating a seemingly insignificant distance. TaeKyung remembered that her current opponent was a superior to her, for she was but a slave. The shattered mind remembered Salvia, and yet, with the blue-crested female provoking her, the fighter would not back down.

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