Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

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She smiles, gliding closer by every second he attempts to prove his own superiority. He locks eyes with her, and she does not break it; her words aggrivate him and she knows it. But she knows all too well how to break down the male ego, how to twist and turn it until it breaks from within, she needs only to bring light to what he already knows to prove his point irrelevant.

"If I've told you everything, then why are you still here?" Her inquiry comes in a low whisper riddled with mockery, belittling his over abundant ego with the faintest hint of amusement. But she does not pull away this time, saviouring the moment for its worth. She does not break from his eyes, even as they stand mere centimetres away. He wanted the Dark Master, and now, he has it.

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