Relentless Training

Amy Sunders · 05-11-2012, 11:12 PM

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Going up was always her goal. No matter how good she was, Amy could always improve. That was why she was the best. That was why she was better than the other scum that surrounded her. That was why she would find a way to stop the screaming from ever happening again, and prove herself to the pack, the leader, and everyone else who would think lowly of her. She would not stop until she was acknowledged as she rightfully deserved.

The crow that kept her company sat high above, watching the flashes of her sword. Rain came down, simply an added challenge that helped her find new ways of battling. The rain became her ally, a tool to use against her foe. Granted, she didn't have anyone to practice against, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. Occasionally the crow called out an attack, a garbled mixture Amy was just starting to piece together, mainly having learned various insults. She moved to the cries the best she could, occasionally misinterpreting and moving for a much different maneuver than was called for.

Mido · 05-12-2012, 02:08 PM

WC::367 OOC:: Mind if I set this at the training grounds? If something isn't right let me know.

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Mido had loaded up his pack with everything he wanted to rain with, leaving the sword and bo-staff behind, rarely did he work with them anyhow. Inside one of the side pockets were his knives, strapped to the back of the bag were his Kamas. He quickly took note of the fact that it had been raining before he left the caves for the training grounds. The rain was heavy and it wouldn’t be long before his brown khakis would be soaked and twice as heavy. The Dasa really didn’t enjoy the rain, but the fact was that he needed to stay regular with training so he wouldn’t become lax.

Arriving at the training grounds the mix stood at the entrance, it was apparent that he wouldn’t be the only one here. He squinted his eyes, focusing he tried to see if he knew the canine. In fact he did, it had been Amy Sunders, he didn’t deal with her at all, and the last time they were even in the same space was the Rast Ceremony for the Angela’s boys. The male looked into the sky to locate the crow that he could hear crying away. The rain continued to bounce off his muzzle, splashing him in the eyes.

Walking closer to the female he watched her swing her sword. He stopped about five yards away from the cream yellow colored woman being sure to give her space. Dangling his bag above the ground, he let it plop onto the saturated ground with a splash. The mutt gave her a moment before disrupting her. If you don’t mind me asking Amy, would you mind if I joined you? It looks like could use a partner. Their last encounter hadn’t been the greatest, at that time the Iblis had been pregnant and rather moody. Mido was a casual and understanding guy; he wasn’t past giving people a couple chances before really making up his mind about someone. Amy would be no different to the male. With his icy blues on her he awaited a response, he wondered if she would be rude and make some kind of snide remark, or surprise him and be cool about it.

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Amy Sunders · 05-12-2012, 03:59 PM

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Amy was aware of the other's approach, her training allowing her to show no signs of it as she continued to match off against the attacks called out by the bird above. She was rather curious about him being out here. Was he actually going to train out here in the rain? Their last meeting had them on opposite sides, Amy fully prepared to kill him. The fact that they had met after that wasn't remembered by Amy, blocked out by the more stressful events surrounding that time.

So he was here to train. Smiling she turned to face him. Someone who took their training as seriously as she did. Granted, she was technically retired, but she still needed to be strong. Especially after what had happened. Amy didn't want to ever end up caught in that position again. Sounds interesting. She waited for him to select a weapon impatiently. The crow cried out another attack, Amy barking up an insult to get him to shut up. That was their main way of communicating after all, the insults taking on slightly different meanings as they worked to become a more jumbled message just between them.

Mido · 05-13-2012, 11:27 AM

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The male asked if she would be willing to have some company while she trained. Awaiting her answer he could only imagine all the negative things she could have responded with. Much to his disbelief the woman shocked him, what she said he assumed that she was at least okay with the idea. Water continued to pelt the earth, crouching down Mido undid the straps releasing his Kamas from the pack he took them into his left hand. Taking a few steps forward still leaving the Iblis some space he looked up and glared irritatingly at the avian pest that squawked away, the rain that drenched them seemed like it would never stop.

Mido shook his body violently in attempt to get off some of the excess water; even though it was hopeless he just couldn’t help it, it was instinctive. Alright Amy, I’m ready whenever you are. He quickly tossed one of the sickle shaped blades into his right hand and took a fighting stance. Noting the female’s sword the Dasa recalled his last two encounters with a long bladed weapon; one training session he had with Aeron, another time he’d lost his temper and rampaged on Axelle, almost really hurting her. The mix had come far since then, for as much physical training as he did he toned himself mentally by meditating, he had spent time with his demons getting to know them quite well.

He didn’t harbor any bad thoughts at this time, the male needed to train and it didn’t bother him to participate with the Sunder’s woman. A content smile graced his lips, he was a nice guy but this kind of interaction with others still excited him. Mido couldn’t deny that fighting made him feel good, aggressively or not he still didn’t quite understand why he enjoyed it so much.

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Amy Sunders · 05-13-2012, 11:54 AM

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Amy's eyes roamed over the choice. Mentally she noted what she knew about them, how the strikes would be made. Rather similar to daggers, except it could be used as a guard, and had a much more vicious back strike. Shifting her grip Amy stepped back. She had long stopped shaking the rain from her coat, thoroughly soaked and no longer feeling it coating over her body. Her eyes roamed over his body, noting the strengths in his stance.

She wasn't some lousy beginner at least. Careful to not reveal any gaps in her guard Amy moved slightly, feet gripping against the muddy ground. She'd have to keep that in mind, how slippery it was. An advantage and a disadvantage. Lightning fast Amy flicked her blade forwards, moving to strike against his weapons, a preliminary check of how he would handle them. The real fight hadn't started yet.

Mido · 05-13-2012, 01:55 PM

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The multicolored male had successfully gotten himself into an excited state of mind. His heart had gone up from normal, and his sight had nearly become a tunnel vision focus on Amy. He carefully watched her step back take a stance and adjust the hand placement on her blade. Noting the features of her sword he wondered what kind it was she possessed, it was different from the type he had back in his den.

Gingerly moving along the sopping wet earth Amy had been the first to make a move by striking forward with her sword. It was obvious she wasn’t really ready to get down to business yet. Mido caught her blade in the notch on the back side of his Kama and fluidly pushed it away from his body. The male loved his scythe like mini blades; they were a great defense and had sinister offensive capabilities as well. His icy blues remained on her, combing over her body, the way she held herself told him this wasn’t the first rodeo she been to. He locked eyes with her before stepping toward her with the opposite foot and swinging toward her horizontally from right to left. His strike wasn’t crude, it had been rhythmic and speedy, but he would never intentionally harm a pack member, which just wasn’t his style. She could easily avoid it entirely, she could stop it with her own weapon, the female had many options at her disposal.

The Dasa found himself on a very slippery incline in the ground. He dashed back away from her to more solid ground, digging his claws into the mud he made sure he wouldn’t slip up. She’s no Amateur. He grinned happily, the dirt he’d kicked up blended with the brown fur on his legs. He might leave himself open if he wasn’t careful, but if he could help it he wasn’t just going to hand it to her.

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Amy Sunders · 05-14-2012, 02:48 PM

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The short sword hooked on the small nook behind the kama. Amy let it be pushed off, smiling at the practiced movement. Perhaps that defense could be turned into an advantage. Let her sword be hooked, then twist to send the kama spinning away. Of course, it was very risky and could easily be turned back on her from how the blades were built. If she caught him off guard and moved very quickly there was a chance of it working though.

Amy leaned back as the weapon swung towards her. Her feet slid in the mud, shifting to a better position for balance. Using it that way prevented her from slipping up, knocked off balance on the wet ground. Her sword flashed through under the guard, moving to strike at his inner forearm while he had lunged forward. He backed up, Amy moving with him. More solid ground, but she could change that. Grinning Amy leaped up to the rocks that dotted the mountainside, knowing the difficulty it could grant. From above Amy kicked a foot out towards him, a swift controlled movement ready to be pulled back if a strike came.

Mido · 05-15-2012, 12:55 AM

WC:: 239 OOC:: Derp, work kills muse.

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The male had successfully brushed away Amy’s half hearted attack with his Kama. The cream-yellow colored woman swung her sword at the inside of his forearm. She trimmed some of his fur, had he not feinted away from her she might have gotten him good. Landing his feet in the sopping wet terrain she followed him, the ground was doing nothing but working against him.

This rain was really making it hard to do too much of anything in actuality. The Sunders woman had agilely leapt up on some rocks elevating her off the mud. Now she had been standing over him, having the advantage of better grip and position. The Iblis had delivered a kick that struck him in the chest. At the same time she struck him he slipped, falling he slid backwards. Snarling with irritation he scrambled back onto his feet quickly, Dammit. The woman was doing a good job at getting the better of him. Mido knew better then to lose his temper, the first to lose control always lost the fight.

Closing the distance between them the Dasa made a fast sweep at her legs. Hopefully he could make contact and bring her down to his level. The mutt had been covered in mud, the rain was slowing now, there match wasn’t over yet. He had some tricks that he hadn’t displayed yet, just as he was certain she hadn’t been going all out.

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Amy Sunders · 05-16-2012, 12:17 AM

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No movement was made to block her attack. Amy felt herself connect, a sudden hard point of contact resonating through her body as she pushed against him. The wolf tumbled back, Amy working to keep a smirk from forming on her face. Sparring or not she was doing well, proving herself a strong opponent, one to be feared. Mido skidded in the mud, going back. Amy watched him from the higher ground, knowing that she could easily take him down in a pin at this point.

That wasn't the point of this. The point was to practice fighting, and Amy knew that Mido, even as he was right now, was a blessing for her. Someone she could use to measure weaknesses and strengths, to see where she could have done better, to make sure that she didn't repeat his faults. A swift movement came towards her, and the warrior was off the ground coming for her. Teeth bared Amy braced herself, knocked back onto the ground. The rocky landscape that had been an advantage became painful. Swiftly she rotated herself back up, sending a shower of mud at him to obscure her strike for his stomach.

Mido · 05-16-2012, 11:36 PM

WC:: 365 OOC:: *gasp* oh my. 0.0

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He was off the ground, giving a forceful roundhouse to her lower legs. He thought for sure she would jump the kick, but to his surprise she hadn’t and was lying on the rocks she had put herself up on. Before he could do anything else she spun herself back up and slung mud at his face. Time seemed to slow down as he watched her; he attempted to shield his face with a forearm and tried to jump back. He didn’t move fast enough though; some mud had gotten onto his face almost in his eyes. The very tip of her short sword nicked his lower abdomen; he let out a brief cry of surprise that sounded like a yowl of the husky in him.

Stepping back he put his left hand to his stomach to check the damage. It wasn’t a deep slice, no serious damage done, but none the less he was bleeding. Going into brief panic his heart began to pound away in his chest. She could have hurt me. She could have even killed me? His mind cycled so quickly, the blood was warm and moist, staining his fur white fur. His eyes dilated, he snapped and he hadn’t even realized it. His inner demons he had kept so tamed for such a long time had nearly taken hold of him, dragging out the animosity he kept tied up and locked away. His panic long passed was now a case of controlled rage.

He had taken those couple steps between them in a flash for his weight he moved like the wind. With the Kamas high in the air he was bringing them down at her sword with unrivaled ferocity. You bitch! His teeth ever evident he snarled viciously. He was holding the semblance that remained in him. He wasn’t sure where their training went from controlled to dangerous, but that was no way to treat a fellow pack mate, especially Mido. The Dasa reminded himself he wouldn’t kill a pack mate, he really wouldn’t, he was better than that. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t send that blade of hers flying away from her or possibly breaking the damn thing.

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Amy Sunders · 05-17-2012, 04:22 PM

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The strike had been controlled in every movement. Even the small nick was planned. She had sought to graze his flesh, to make sure he knew how good she was. Nothing dangerous, as simple as a small nick from touching a sharp stone. She watched him step back, mind reeling with surprise. Clearly he hadn't expected her strike. What had he thought would happen when they battled with blades? They were real weapons, the edges not dulled by any means.

A sudden change in his presence was all the warning she was granted. Amy felt the monster awake in him, not understanding why. She didn't speak, simply drawing her sword up in preparation in case he turned against her. The twin weapons fell on her blade with a loud crash. Amy's brown eyes sparked with their own fire, eager for the heightened battle. She would have to take him down to make sure he didn't kill her, or injure her badly. Reaching a hand forward Amy moved to grab his throat, get him to step back.

Mido · 05-18-2012, 10:40 AM

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WC:: 396 OOC:: Dirka dirka, muhama jeehad.

The resonating sound of their blades connecting dragged him out of his craze a slight bit, allowing him to think a little more clearly. He unsnarled his lips covering his teeth again, but his eyes remained alert on her. It wasn’t the cut that had really upset him, it had been the female trying to cover it up. Amy slinging mud to hide her attack was just low and shameful to the male. Her actions spoke about her, helping the Huskadore form an opinion about the woman. She was making him think that she shouldn’t be trusted.

The Sunders woman made a reach for his throat; still in an elevated state he let her take a hold of him. What she hadn’t known and probably couldn’t understand was that he had been so belittled and mistreated in his past that there was really nothing she could do to deter him. He intentionally dropped one of his Kamas, he attempted to place his free hand on the one she had on his neck. He wanted to bring her in close enough to him to see eye to eye, so she wouldn’t ever forget his face. Any fear he had from before was lost to the wind. He wasn’t scarred of being hurt, or being killed, not by her. Killing a member of Anathema would carry hefty repercussions, how extreme he didn’t know personally. She had brought a smile to his face; he just couldn’t hold it back. I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing. His ice cold blue eyes gleamed at her. With her hand barely half around his neck he teased her. He was taller by a couple inches, and outweighed her. It wasn’t a match of strength because he would over power her. They had been caught up in a tussle really concerning skill.

In attempt to free himself from her grasp he tried to maneuver his hand to her elbow. If he could push it up just right the tension would cause her to naturally release. Shifting his feet he hoped away from her, increasing the space between once again. In a sideways fighting stance he the Kama in his right hand his other lightly curled into a fist, like he was ready to slug it out with her. We’re not done here yet Amy. He beckoned her with his hand.

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Amy Sunders · 05-20-2012, 05:17 PM

His throat was grasped, Amy immediately tightening her grip to shove him back. Ears swiveled, tracking the falling weapon. They had to move. The area had become disadvantageous for Amy. Too dangerous. A hand gripped her, and Amy thought he was going to try and tear himself free, the logical move. Instead he ended up pulling her closer, a smile beckoning across his face. Amy grinned back, tail wagging behind her. How could you not? After we almost fought? Did you think I would do such a thing without the confidence to back it up? Claws dipped in, scratching into the throat. Not deadly, but enough to hopefully let him realize the situation.

She pushed as he moved his hand up, and Mido moved back. The space widened, and Amy paced, moving herself further down, back towards the mud. That would be her weapon. As powerful as he was, it looked like he still had much to learn. Not done? Amy cocked her head, measuring him. The cool was completely lost. It looked like she'd have to put him down. With that knowledge some of her restraints snapped off. No more playing nice for her. Tossing her sword aside Amy moved in. This was her way of battle. A hand swiped up to force him to drop the remaining kama, at the same time striking to push him to the ground.

Mido · 05-20-2012, 10:39 PM

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WC::225 OOC:: If anything is out of place let me know.

Successfully putting some distance between them he beckoned for her to come. Readying himself he waited for the Iblis impatiently, crazed excitement filled his eyes. Once she touched down she threw her sword of to the side, riding herself of the blade she made a dash for him. He held his hands up into loosely closed fists, the Kama in his right. In no time she was in his personal space, she made two moves simultaneously. She struck him with one hand at the same time knocking the scythe shaped mini blade from out of his hand with the other. She hit the Dasa hard enough to knock him off balance. Struggling to keep his footing, he failed to remain upright and found himself falling over.

The second he hit the sopping wet mud he scrambled attempting to get up. Mido looked up to see the Sunder’s woman nearly standing directly over him. His eyes went wide, he gave her a brief smile, turning onto his right shoulder he growled deeply, hard and fast as possible he kicked his left leg out at her feet trying to take Amy down to the ground with him. If the Dasa were to have a chance he would need to get on top of her, but this mud was so slick that it might prove to be hard.

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Amy Sunders · 05-21-2012, 02:58 PM

He didn't stand a chance against this higher level of fighting. There were still checks, hard for her to work through. So many times she was slowed, working on changing it from a killing blow to something less deadly. Much more difficult than going from a non lethal strike to a lethal strike. The blade went swinging, leaving Mido with no defense beyond his claws against Amy. She wasn't planning on leaving him with a chance to get at her, tail wagging wildly behind her with enthusiasm. Her body towered over the pale wolf, washed with mud and dirt. Mockingly she grinned, enjoying the higher position.

That single lapse of concentration cost her. Mido might not have the focus he should have, but he was no beginner. A sharp twist and he kicked at her legs. Amy slid back, ending up on all fours in the mud. Looking down Amy snarled. That was one of her favorite tops! And now it was covered in mud. Sent a distance back Amy flung her head up, glaring over at the wolf. He was laughing at her, wasn't he? Thinking that she wasn't good enough. She'd show him! Lunging forwards Amy moved to hit Mido with all her might.

Mido · 05-22-2012, 11:39 AM

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OOC Junk

The Dasa thought his attempt to get her on the ground with him would fail, but it struck and she went down. Haha! He let out an exclamatory laugh of success, not at the creamy yellow colored woman only that he got her. The Sunders woman let oHer attitude seemed to change from excited and happy to upset and distraught. Mido raised an eyebrow as he laid on his elbow, confused by the change in her. They were fighting with each other, lost their weapons and were both in the mud now.

Glaring at him he stared back at her, with eyes wide open. He wondered what chord he struck and how he hit it. Obviously a little angry she was lunging for him. Yeah, you want a piece of this?! Come and get it then! His mind was so far gone, it was almost nowhere to be seen. Unable to get off the ground he sat up, putting his arms out quickly ready to catch her, all he could do was brace himself for impact because she was on her way. The male was rather unused to this kind of interaction. He generally used weapons more often than not otherwise he was good at fist fights. He didn’t wrestle too often and rarely had to result to teeth and claws, probably giving her the advantage.

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Amy Sunders · 05-22-2012, 05:34 PM

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The words went over Amy's head, not really processing it. She had a feeling that there was more going on than was really registering in her mind, but the blood lust was beginning to build inside her with the rage she'd released. Mido sat up, and Amy found herself entangled in his arms. Her legs were entangled with his, and if someone was looking it looked less like a battle and more like the pair was caught in a lover's embrace. A mirage that was quickly shattered by Amy twisting her body to send him beneath her.

Now that the top was ruined, Amy wasn't being nearly as cautious with the mud. It didn't matter if she got some on her, since she would be washing it anyways and hoping that it wasn't ruined. If there was blood mixed in that would make the loss of her top so much better. Stopping that train of thought Amy returned to the thought of simply restraining him. He was a member of the pack. Not someone for her to tear to shreds, as much as she might feel like it. Amy could go off and kill something else if she needed to.

Mido · 05-22-2012, 11:45 PM

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Slight PP of Amy if that's okay. XD

The Dasa called her out and as soon as he did she went flying at him. Partially catching her in mid flight with his outstretched arms she collided into his chest and the two fell down into the muck. He let out a deep throated growl of irritation as he wrestled away with the Iblis they were really getting dirty now. This mud was his greatest enemy. Amy successfully twisted her body jamming her knee into his side she slipped him under her like a bar of soap in a wet bath tub. She was now sitting on top of him pinning his back to the ground, she was officially in a position of power. Mido wasn’t going to just take it lying down though, if he had anything to say about it. Reaching for her hands he tried to tip her off him by squirming and thrashing with his hips. Unfortunately between the slick earth and her body weight on top of the mix could do nothing. Had she not been a woman he would punch her in the face good and hard.

He huffed and he puffed, the Huskadore was really starting to wear himself out now. Is that all you got? Mido looked around frantically for anything that could help him, nothing at all. Trying to sit up he quickly moved his hands up to try and grab her badly mud covered shirt just above her chest. If he could get a hold of her, he might be able to pull himself up, and get her off him.

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Amy Sunders · 05-23-2012, 10:45 AM

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His hands grasped hers, trying to yank them off so he had more freedom. Amy smiled, clucking her tongue disapprovingly. I don't think so. You'll stay there until you cool off. He bucked beneath her, Amy's pleasure rising at the feel of power from being above someone, from forcing him to her will. Technically it was because she had no choice and he would possibly try and kill her if she didn't, but truly it was simply because Amy loved the feel she got from dominating someone else.

The exhausted huffs let Amy know that it wasn't going to be lasting much longer. Her tail wagged behind her, laughing at the challenge thrown to her. She didn't even need to exert too much skill into this, simply keeping herself in place. A hand reached up, her eyes flickering down as he grabbed her top. Immediately Amy leaned back, working on yanking herself out of his grasp. Unfortunately he was pulling too, and the top tore, coming off neatly into his hands.

Her jaw dropped, staring at the remainder of what she had been wearing. That couldn't have happened. Please. That was one of her best tops! Getting it muddy was one thing, but now! Amy bit her lip to hold back her howl. Positions were reversed, Amy now the one struggling to keep her rage in check. He tore it apart! How could he?

Mido · 05-23-2012, 03:45 PM

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WC::329 OOC::ummmmm. Oops!

The cream colored woman noted the Dasa’s struggle against her. She told the male he would remain put until he had chilled out. In all honesty the male found that thought nearly amusing, how could he be calm after all that? They had been fighting and she drew blood on him, for all he knew he might be caught in an alert state for the remainder of the day.

Upon grabbing for the woman’s shirt he’d gotten a hold of it. At the same time he pulled on the top to try and bring himself up, she seemed to lean away from him. The two actions together resulted in the sound of some light weight fabric tearing rather quickly. The release of the tension from the torn shirt sprung his back into the mud once again. He leaned up off his shoulder blades, staring at the top inside his hands. Blinking a few times the male hadn’t exactly pictured that happening. He didn’t return his gaze to hers yet, he thought he may offer to get her a new one, and then he figured that probably wouldn’t suffice. Looking up to see the female without her top he tried to gauge what she was feeling or thinking. She looked like she was fuming, completely unimpressed. How did this just happen? Clothes were entirely optional, some canines felt more comfortable going about their lives without them. He wasn’t aiming to rip her clothes off, it just happened and he wasn’t sure exactly what to do. Mido no longer fought back against the Sunder’s woman.

Swallowing hard the mutt had that moment of realization that he he’d made a mistake, unintentional but still a mistake none the less. Any chance you would just let me off the hook Amy? Or I could get you a new top? What’s your favorite color? He asked the Iblis, a very nervous smile in his face. Her anger was as apparent as his shock was.

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