Sunbeam Lair Live like an Animal, Die like an Animal

The punishment to be inflicted was one that the Chieftess would never have expected to hear. Her own thoughts had found their way towards castration, the act befitting of a beast as awful as Judas. Avannon had come up with something different, though—it was not entirely dissimilar, for he would still be losing something of importance, but it was not identical either. It was not what she, personally, wanted for the man, but she refrained from saying anything of the sort. The task of claiming revenge was not hers, which left her words with very little weight in the matter. “If that is what you feel would be best, then you may do so,” the vessel stated, looking towards the commoner. Though her stare was hardened, she felt no ill feelings towards the woman, only towards the man that had pushed her so far that she might as well be broken beyond repair; Asterr hoped to live to see the day where Avannon was whole again, freed from the demons of a past nightmare.

Turning back towards Judas, she tilted her chin upwards and regarded him with a disgusted expression. The way in which he trembled sparked a malicious instinct within her soul, the dragon’s desire being to tear him to pieces right where he stood. Slowing her breathing, control was reined back in, the girl’s own soul unable to spill even an ounce of blood with her own teeth. “Do to him what you must, Avannon,” she said, believing that the sooner the price was paid, the sooner they could all begin to heal—or the sooner infections could set in, which is what she hoped would happen to Judas.