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The Grand Highblood ([personal profile] comicalamity) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol 2015-10-09 12:44 am (UTC)

The fear of her finally drops. Finally it sinks sickly sweet up into his skull where he can taste it. Little barkbeast turns tail with said tail tucked between. Barely makes more than a few steps before he's come up in front, a blurred shadow in his speed.

There's no club in his hand, simply the back of his knuckles swinging fast to strike her, the dragon-bitch. He'll watch her fly and should she have strength to struggle, the next shall be a great kick across his throne room.

"She wore the sick upon her like a fine fucking coat. DONNED IN THE HEINOUS HUE SHE DARED WALK FUCKING PUBLIC. Should've known then. SHOULD HAVE UP AND CULLED WHAT AT ALL THAT BITCH MADE ON TO MOTHERFUCKING STAND. My girl. ALL RED ASLIP TO HER SNOUT, I DID SO WISH TO SMASH IT, THOSE THINGS STRUCK UPON HER SIGHT!"

She struck and indeed she did strike true. There is a crack in his armor now, a desperation in his voice. But he walks closer now like it ain't no thing, reaching but not yet touching. "Might abouts the making the right of this sight and pluck orb from that skull of yours inherited. REMOVE THE SIN. Rid the red. AIN'T LIKE YOU'RE MOTHERFUCKING USING THEM!"

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