[ BUT BABY ] torture!

[deimos]

There he was. The tiny head honcho. Green eyes focused on him, her lips pulled back in a snarl. She continued to try to push against Drae's paws, only to flatten her ears at Jervis's words. Her stomach dropped. This wasn't good, at all. Sam opened her mouth to complain, struggle, bright green eyes narrowing. She only shot up when Draekon pulled back. She crouched down, hair on end and head low, tail lowered as well. She was ready to run. The sight of Draekon looking almost fearful, however, made her pause.

Her heart thudded. Her stomach twisted, and she looked back towards Jervis. "Fuckass, you're dead the next time I see you." She growled sharply, before turning. She then attempted to sprint back towards their border, her breathing wheezing.

"SPEECH"

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