Moonspear look what you've done

She had waited long enough, and given him plenty. If he had cared enough about them, together, she believed he would have settled on some middle-ground--not some wild dream fantasy of him where he could have it all his way to just cast her aside carelessly when she no longer bred for him. There could have been more tactful ways to handle it. She wouldn't have it without something back to her of equal worth, and intended mightily to stand against it, and stand that way for her daughter's right to inherit this mountain without him there to further pollute and divide the family when now more than ever before this was not what they needed.

Time again, at the root of their troubles lately, there was him. She intended to cut off what was feeling rotten now, holding fast and pressing back towards the very open threat of the lands and he still was showing no signs of letting up himself. When she felt secure in her grip, and her damages so far, she tried to wrench her stinging shoulder free with a twist so that she could shove back harder with her body weight. Hopefully she had made it too difficult for him to get any good traction, not here locked onto her where she was ready to push that line herself if it meant keeping him at bay. I loved you, she snarled into his closeness the second she let go of his torn skin thanks to her, and already it was tempting to go back for more knowing and feeling that she could have it. She smelled nothing but him, and the thin mountain air of home, then lashed another bite at him forcibly, looking to shove him back, down--away. 

She needed to know it was real, and that it still was. She had loved him, maybe still did, but couldn't--or wouldn't--like this if he was hellbent on having here, and his bastards together with her. Or was it a dream? she spoke cryptically through his blood on her teeth where she felt nothing, still pressuring him towards the edge while looking to loosen his grips on her--while not backing down herself on any regard. It felt like he had discarded it as easily as one just lost to the night, too.. and maybe if he looked long enough, he might see the hurt in her eyes, visceral and whole.