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?? ????????? 《》 "superiors? you must be joking - i only see an immature brute. oh, i've insulted you? bloody good.", came the hissing laughter, "humiliated you? must be a mighty fragile thing to humiliate you, then.", she grunted as the air was driven from her body as her last attempt to escape was easily thwarted, pain ricocheting through the molly's body. gods help her, it had been so long since she'd been in this much pain. how long had it been? surely since she had acquired the sword Amalthia, when she had made the deal with Lear, when her wings had grown in. biting her tongue as agony popped into existence, the molly writhing as she was struck once again, legs aching from where he had gotten her, ichor clumping her fur upon her skin.
water flying up and around as the two tussled in the water, her ears pinned back to her head as his claws captured into the fur and skin of her chest, blood making itself known. fury was all she could taste and feel, her brows drawn. this situation was tiring and she was beyond angered with it - she wasn't going to back down so easily and let him do whatever he wanted. that was not her way. water crashing over her head as he pinned her down, his paw on her neck, anger surging through her. she was tiring quickly, and she had lost blood already but the bastard above her had as well. doing her best to fight past the pain in her back and wings as she was drug back under the male above her, her eyes glowing with fury, frustration surging through her. damn, she had to be so small in this life!
panting as she dug her paws into the water and muck under her, head aching from the times she had been knocked about, a splitting headache haunting her as blood dripped into her eyes from a slice above her eye, acquired some time in their brawl. huffing as she rested as much as she could, adrenaline pumping through her as claws dug into the base of her wings, teeth clenching as she fought back the yowl of pain. he wasn't going to hear her pain - she wouldn't allow it. gathering as much of her strength as she could, she attempted to heave her back against his paw to throw his weight off her back, given a temporary boost of strength from the adrenaline she was experiencing. should her escape be successful from under him, she would merely twist and with a push of her hind legs, she would leap at his face, pushing her ears back as she left, aiming to smash their heads together, to further unbalance him, "take that, ye brute. Go dtachtfadh an diabhal thú! Is ceann de’s na h-óinseacha diabhail thú!" she would snarl, attempting to rake her claws down his face. She didn't run this time, standing her ground in the water with her tail lashing, a snarl across her visage as she stared him down, wings bloodied and torn in places.
??? ?? ????????? 《》 gaelic phrases mean:
May the Devil choke you
You are one of the Devil’s fools
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MERLIN GWYNNE
penned by teef
penned by teef