Herbalists' Cache sleeping mist

a girl's thought.

a girl's fucking thought. 

she should have expected such misogyny of a man lesser. her cousin invited her into his clan, had given her refuge and new purpose. and for this she was grateful...but she would not sit there and allow him to spit in her face and demean her. she laughed, something cold and humorless. "a girl's thought?" she repeated. the words sank into her skin like a venom. searing and aching. she was a lanzadoii, and she thought she would always advocate for her people.

but not him. to know their bloodline was tainted with someone so egotistical, a leader who only cared for himself...

"is this how you talk to your wife, cousin? is this the treatment she gets when we are not around?" she muses. her tone pitched lower, taunting. "it is a marvel how she has not ran into the arms of another. i was told she was a chief once..." steps taken closer until she is by blackfell's side. bristling with an ire she long thought put to rest. "and yet i've heard you treat her like a common whore."

her jaws snap, teeth just inches away from his muzzle in which he preaches filth. "you are a disgrace to lanzadoii. you are not a man, but a shadow of one." her chin tilted, staring down upon him with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust. "and i fear for your daughters, when they realize their father thinks of them with such disgust."