Dragoncrest Cliffs 'cause london is drowing and i live by the river

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She instructs, and he answers, taking into account the new instructions he has been given. But it does not sit well with him, for his life is and has always been his own. He is the son of an Alpha, the barracuda, born of the sea and it's inheritor. Isengrim bows to none, but in that moment, he is not Isengrim but a lost boy reduced to plain humiliation. He hates it, and he resists the urge with every second that goes by to simply leave and deny the woman complete controll over his very being. But he thinks of his sister, @Julep, and he cannot save her with the paws of a child. "Yes," Isengrim replies with a faint hint of an edge; the boy is not used to being the one commanded. However, he casts his eyes to the ground almost immediately, as if pinching himself, remembering exactly who hold the upper hand. It is not him. "Yes... Heda," The name is forgien on his tongue and the overabundant ammount of respect dripping from his tone is an enough to make him recoil; in a matter of minutes has the woman completely ripped the core makeup of his personality: his confidence in everything he does. But he has nothing else to escape to, his sister abduced, his home abandoned, he has nothing but the life he has now adopted. And so within the darkest reaches of his mind does his rage simmer, waiting patiently for its turn to resurface. For now, he subjects himself to the woman, to be what she needs him to be, but never to forget what he is. He is the son of the Leviathan, and he is entitled to much more than what the woman takes him for.

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