10-24-2018, 04:11 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]So it was true. She had had a feeling this girl was a healer, and now that it had been confirmed, she only felt more triumphant. This was good--for them, at least. This would weaken their target, especially since this was their only one. She thought it somewhat foolish, a clan having only one medic on hand. Seemed her clan was more than just mindless brutes, like others enjoyed to think.
Cosette would open her mouth, about to snark a reply, when Benny came over. She stares at him with wide eyes, unsure how he would react. Did he like a capable girl? Or did he like someone who was vulnerable, needed protection? She wasn't sure, and a part of her didn't quite like the sound of the latter. It was best to look after yourself, wasn't it? That was what he--and many of their clan-mates--preached, after all.
Her doubts were soothed when he complimented her, a shy smile on her face. She could feel her face grow warm, the peck to her cheek only strengthening it. She felt like she was on cloud nine. She had never been given praise like that before, and to get it from someone, especially someone like Benny, made her feel on top of the world.
Though her good mood is dampened slightly at the other male's words. She didn't do something wrong, had she? This was what everyone here did. Her mind suddenly racing, that one voice broke through. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know what it's like. You did the right thing--show her who's boss.
The serval pins her ears back, regarding Rozovsky with a blank expression, acting as if she hadn't even heard his complaint. Instead she walks closer to Delilah, her stomach tying in knots with each step, until she's standing right before the female, claws digging into the sand. She wasn't so sure she could do this anymore.
You won't do it, coward. You're weak.
She swallows hard, lifting a paw and keeping it hanging, unsure what to do. She couldn't. She shouldn't have done this, shouldn't have tried to change. She would always be that weak little slave.
That's all you'll ever be. They'll make you one again if you don't do it. D̴̤̉̀ȯ̸͙ ̸͍̽̓͜ȋ̶̝̥t̵͎͚͛.̶̖̟̿̔
Her eyes grow wide. A sudden surge of energy filling her body, she can feel the panic, abruptly feeling the sensation of eyes on her, watching her. Waiting. They were waiting for her to fail, and with her heart beating rapidly, she raised a paw with a loud cry.
"NO!"
She swung it blindly, hitting Delilah across the face, racking her claws over her eyes. Her insides twist, churning when she feels the warmth of blood, eyes opening from their screwed shut state to see it running down the female's face. She expected a wave of nausea to hit her, guilt overriding her senses--but none of that came. Instead she felt a rush, an almost euphoric feeling coming over her. It felt nice.
Cosette would open her mouth, about to snark a reply, when Benny came over. She stares at him with wide eyes, unsure how he would react. Did he like a capable girl? Or did he like someone who was vulnerable, needed protection? She wasn't sure, and a part of her didn't quite like the sound of the latter. It was best to look after yourself, wasn't it? That was what he--and many of their clan-mates--preached, after all.
Her doubts were soothed when he complimented her, a shy smile on her face. She could feel her face grow warm, the peck to her cheek only strengthening it. She felt like she was on cloud nine. She had never been given praise like that before, and to get it from someone, especially someone like Benny, made her feel on top of the world.
Though her good mood is dampened slightly at the other male's words. She didn't do something wrong, had she? This was what everyone here did. Her mind suddenly racing, that one voice broke through. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know what it's like. You did the right thing--show her who's boss.
The serval pins her ears back, regarding Rozovsky with a blank expression, acting as if she hadn't even heard his complaint. Instead she walks closer to Delilah, her stomach tying in knots with each step, until she's standing right before the female, claws digging into the sand. She wasn't so sure she could do this anymore.
You won't do it, coward. You're weak.
She swallows hard, lifting a paw and keeping it hanging, unsure what to do. She couldn't. She shouldn't have done this, shouldn't have tried to change. She would always be that weak little slave.
That's all you'll ever be. They'll make you one again if you don't do it. D̴̤̉̀ȯ̸͙ ̸͍̽̓͜ȋ̶̝̥t̵͎͚͛.̶̖̟̿̔
Her eyes grow wide. A sudden surge of energy filling her body, she can feel the panic, abruptly feeling the sensation of eyes on her, watching her. Waiting. They were waiting for her to fail, and with her heart beating rapidly, she raised a paw with a loud cry.
"NO!"
She swung it blindly, hitting Delilah across the face, racking her claws over her eyes. Her insides twist, churning when she feels the warmth of blood, eyes opening from their screwed shut state to see it running down the female's face. She expected a wave of nausea to hit her, guilt overriding her senses--but none of that came. Instead she felt a rush, an almost euphoric feeling coming over her. It felt nice.