Shadewood haagax ⚘

how could she have ever felt anything for this man, who looked over her and scorched her with his breath? who spoke of ownership, reducing her to nothing but a pelt and a pair of eyes?

kukutux listened with a growing hatred in her heart — whatever cry had meant before, he had made himself small in her eyes, a towering bully unable to accept what he could not change. there was no need to replace what she had never been granted. he had gwen, the promise of children. he did not need the duck for ornamentation.

the smirk chilled the girl, for it was not altogether sane. throwing aside his ramble of basic courtesies, kukutux determined in this heartbeat that she would not come back to reside at the keep to be his plaything.

”i am going now,” she murmured, when the last reverberations of his voice had settled. springmint stare met the harsh ice of the one also called raziel, and then the girl had turned upon her small paw and began to stride away over the borders, lips atremble with fear and with rage.