im sorry :o is this one a bit better?
There were two ways to approach this situation; and it all hanged between the decision of the roles of Bad Cop and Good Cop. She could either shove all the hatred and contempt down her throat and keep it under lock and key while she tried to help who had once been a fellow packmate; and that now bowed his head to her in recognition.
Or she could finally let all the bottled up rage she had held against him since the moment he had turned his back on them to detonate on his face. She barely listened to the words spoken by the brown bastard she was too busy deciding whether she should be a merciful god or an unforgiving demon. "Where'd you go to loose your precious Erika from your sight? " she pryed while a little smile began to tug on her lips.
No, Cara was not a God.
"Your right hand Ypres did a pretty lousy job filling your spot --yet she was somehow more useful to us. "I think you'd like to know it was her who threw your pregnant bitch at our hands. Raise crows and they'll rip out your eyes eh? she mocked slowly enjoying as every word dripped of her tongue coated by a layer of venom. "She was as surprised as us, which is funny considering she was so intimately familiar with traitors.. the Queen barked with a feign look of surprise.
"Anyways, after she was sacrificed, we chased her filthy behind from the land" she knew that after that it had all become a blurry mess of screams and cries which ultimately ended with Erika's escape. She hated to give such a wonderful story such a lame ending. Who said this was a happy-ending fairytale?
"We ripped your children from her stomach and scattered her entrails on the filthy dirt she had always belonged to" she concluded with a rather gruesome ending to her story. It was all bullshit but if it would get under his skin then it would all be worth it. Either way she was partly convinced the scarred femme had met her end after that, it was highly unlikely she survived the persecution and even if she had she would've at least lost her children from starvation or cold. The world was unforgiving, and Cara was too.
Sorry for not posting sooner! College has been kicking my *ss and then I forgot about this lol >.< <3 Also, per PM discussion, please no physical fighting here. Being mean and nasty is fine, but no touchy.
Their words stabbed the chocolate-brown brute in the heart, and seemed to puncture it, so that his body became a deflating balloon, and he slumped to the ground in defeat. So they were dead then. His mate and pups. They were dead. For a brief moment, he wondered if killing the two sons of bitches in front of him would help him grieve, but he shook his head. In the end, he was no murderer. Spilling blood wouldn't help. But he didn't care if they killed him. At least then he would be with his wife and children.
He looked up at them, eyes showing nothing but exhaustion, and a sorrow so deep it consumed him. Had he known better, he might have thought to second guess what they were telling him. But deep down, Majesty was still as naive as he'd been before, and trusted others too much to think that maybe they were lying to him. He looked away after a moment, continuing to lie on the ground, and said nothing.
WARNING: From this point onwards there is a lot of swearing, and possibly a lot of gore.
Commence the killing/maiming. Lol. Sorry for the cursing. Majesty hates these two, but I <3 you guys. :D Also, slapping an M on this because apparently Majesty is going to go down like a sailor and use every curse word while he gets the chance. Bad Majesty! Also, feel free to like... interrupt him in the middle of his spiel with an attack. No need to sit here and keep listening to him, since I'm kind of PPing that Cara and Kaname will just listen while he talks, which probably wouldn't actually happen. So yeah. Feel free to like... interrupt him mid-word and beat the sh*t out of him. Oh and one last thing, I GIVE YOU BOTH PERMISSION TO MAJOR POWERPLAY. RIP OFF LIMBS. TEAR OUT HIS THROAT. I DON'T MIND. <333
Majesty laid there without saying a word until he was good and sure that they were both done spouting their nonsense. Nonsense he didn't care about. Nonsense he would never care about again. They were dead. His family was dead. And soon he would be, too, if these shit-faced fuckers would listen to him.
He looked up at the both of them, his eyes hard, and addressed Cara first. "Listen, you bitch. You just gave me the worst news you possibly could have, so you don't have to rub it in." He stood up now, and came towards her, big, imposing, bristling. "How about I kill you, and then you'll know how it feels? Hm? You fucking whore. How about I tear out your intestines through your stomach and feed them to you. Hm? Is that what you want, you slimy little cunt? Hmm?"
He wheeled away from her and faced Kaname now. "And you, are you her slave, boy? Are you her slut? Must you copy everything she does and everything she says? Have you no mind of your own, you brainless fuck? If you have no need of your brain, let me rip it from your skull for you."
Ending here because reactions and stuff and also the IC thoughts of Majesty DO NOT reflect me OOCly whatsoever. I <3 you guys! :D