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A laugh forced its way from her lungs, blood mixed spit sputtering out as her head threw back almost violently. Oh, so this mountain dwelling prick suddenly didn’t care about his allegiance to his high and mighty king?
Think he killed the “real” king just to claim a shiny new title or something?Why else would he suddenly decide that the royal little bastard wasn’t his king, hm?
Lylith’s amusement cut into a cold stare as he began to explain the gods and magic and whatever bullshit he had drilled into his mind. Whatever remnants of a grin she had fell away. Her teeth clenched, a dull ache in her jaw as she rigidly stood there.
The gods. The gods?
Fuck the gods,she hissed out, tail lifting as her body grew combative. The Five, the gods of the mountain, and whatever other fucking gods idiots believed in. If gods existed, then clearly they hated her. Despised her, even. They killed her parents, her siblings, and her friend. Fuck the gods. Fuck them.
His final words were foolish, and Lylith grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Something else to take her anger out on?
Look around. What do you see? Just a couple of trees and you,which meant he was the only choice. But oh, she didn’t want to leap at him now, she wanted him to run.
If you’re quick enough, maybe I won’t rip your jewels off.Maybe.