6/17/2025, 12:50 AM
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Skill: Masochist [2/5]
Boastful words showered down over Deirdre's frail body, sending a shudder down the curve of her spine. 'Here you are, my prize.' Prize... she sucked in a quiet breath, slowly hoisting herself away from the ground until she reclined against her haunches, head still low, gaze still averted.
'However pathetic you might look, that makes you something indeed.' Something—gods, to him, she was something. Her tail drummed against the earthen forest floor, deep, dark eyes flickering up to him every few heartbeats.
Not if he didn't want her to. If it meant she meant something, she would sit here and take it. Let him gnaw on her limbs, pull at her nape, tear at her skin—if it meant she would be something. Anything.
Shivers ran down the young wolf's taut body. Her heart beat in her throat—was it fear, or was it exhilaration? She didn't know. She didn't care.
'However pathetic you might look, that makes you something indeed.' Something—gods, to him, she was something. Her tail drummed against the earthen forest floor, deep, dark eyes flickering up to him every few heartbeats.
I'm... Deirdre,she spoke quietly.
Sverke, you...you don't...need to chase me.Preemptively, she flinched.
I won't run...
Not if he didn't want her to. If it meant she meant something, she would sit here and take it. Let him gnaw on her limbs, pull at her nape, tear at her skin—if it meant she would be something. Anything.
Shivers ran down the young wolf's taut body. Her heart beat in her throat—was it fear, or was it exhilaration? She didn't know. She didn't care.