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02-22-2015, 02:50 PM
"Of course." The words were dark and promising, dual-toned oculars watching the curvaceous rump of the doctor's daughter strut forward, and a second later the Weaver followed. Rage, lethal and hot like a passionate lover, coursed through her blood, searing muscle and bone and demanding her to act. Who dared to seek out Hotaru? Her coral mistress? Her beautiful, alluring minx? With a pace that was closer to a waltz, a confidant, sensual sashay, Rhiannon followed Aviya to the meeting place to watch this blood-bath unfold, and stood beside the glass-horned beauty with icy-silver and molten-gold oculars locked upon the battlefield. Oh, how Rhiannon would love to watch Hotaru strip the feathers from the ignorant whore's wings. Fillet the skin from her bones. Pluck the eyes from her skull, and wear them like prized earrings. Squish them like grapes beneath her hooves. The simple thought of witnessing such carnage from her siren caused a pleasurable tingle to spread from the brindled mare's loins. 'Beat her, my love... Thrash her pathetic excuse of a body. Rip her apart. Kill her.' "Desecrate her, my love." Rhiannon vocalized in a worshiping whisper, saliva pooling in her jaws, wide eyes watching with a macabre fetish. Power was beautiful. Power attracted Rhiannon like a moth to a flame, and Hotaru... The skilled thief possessed everything that Rhiannon searched for in a mate; power, cunning, beauty... And she was hers. Aurelia would fall, and Rhiannon would drink the blood from the wounds inflicted by her Goddess. More joined them; Gaucho, the wild-hearted stallion who had the audacity to try and steal Hotaru, yet to the Weaver's understanding, the two had sorted through their differences with words instead of hooves. She snorted; how odd. Another winged creature, with a horn, arrived as well, and Rhiannon offered them both a cursory glance before focusing once more on the fight. They were of no importance to her. "This Aurelia is a fool. Hotaru will make this whore kneel, like all good whore's should. And if not..." Then she and Aviya were ready. Together, they would strip Aurelia apart, limb from limb. Bathe in the blood of their foes. Together... They were unstoppable. |
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