Moonspear But it's fun to fantasize

Then he arrived. Boldly, proudly, dominant and arrogant, she thought to herself. She stood still a moment, her anger preventing her from submitting to him immedietly. She eyed him almost bitterly before flattening her ears against her skull. She watched him with pale green eyes, the memory of their last confrontation sending an odd mix of fury and fear coursing through her veins. She succembed to neither, but stood awkwardly and address him. "As well as one can settle in as a Thrall" she said, bitterness leaching into her words. Her anger had won, it seemed, but she regretted the words almost immedietly. She said nothing else, holding her tongue and sinking lower to the ground, ignoring the pain in her muscles.