Berúthiel
Thunderstorm
Night
Miaran hungrily licked her bloodied lips, savoring the taste of her own life force as it dripped onto the unforgiving sand below. Every drop felt like a battle cry, a testament to her strength despite the excruciating pain throbbing through her injured paw. Her body now bore more scars of the brutal fight, a physical reminder of the violent dance she had just endured.
Despite the agony radiating from her broken paw bones, Miaran refused to acknowledge any weakness. She stood tall, leaning heavily on her torn limb, her fierce gaze daring anyone to question her resolve. The young adult who dared to challenge her only received a mere glance, a warning of the untamed power that simmered just beneath her fur.
The threats that poured from Miaran's lips were not mere bravado - they were promises of destruction, of carnage that would leave no doubts as to her dominance. As she faced her opponent, Pyrrha, with a stoic expression as she watched the pink lioness leave without a word, the chaos around them served as a stark reminder of the savagery that lived within her.
@Brighid ♔ 's approach only served to heighten Miaran's primal instincts, her ears flattening against her skull as she emitted a low, guttural sound - a warning to those who dared to challenge her authority. With a flick of her tail and a firm click of her tongue, Miaran's message was clear: she was a force to be reckoned with, a predator in a world of prey.
Miaran's heart raced as she stood, witnessing Harou's brutal attack on Aphrodite. The flames of anger burned within her, directed towards the Oasis King, yet she remained steadfast, knowing this was her wife's battle to fight.
Even without the deadly Hemlock on her claws, Miaran could see that her skills had allowed her to triumphed over the pink lioness in a flurry of strikes. Her own instinct for combat, ingrained within her since birth, pulsed through her veins. The thirst for blood was a part of her very essence, driving her to never back down from a challenge.
At the sound of the wicked Witch, Morrigan's voice, Miaran's lips curled back into a snarl, baring her sharp fangs. Despite her tender age of only six years, she bore the scars of countless battles, having stared death in the face and emerged victorious time and time again.
Miaran locked eyes with @Morrigan, a harsh, guttural laugh escaping her throat in defiance. The Witch's warning about the gods only fueled Miaran's inner laughter. With a smirk playing on her lips, she spoke boldly,
As Morrigan retreated, her presence leaving a bitter scent in the air, Miaran stood tall, a warrior unyielding in the face of adversity. The fire in her eyes burned brightly, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Her heart raced as she locked eyes with the figure she knew all too well, @Velasco. His presence sent shivers down her spine, a mix of fear and longing. She couldn't tear her jewel-coloured gaze away as he drew closer, her whole being tingling with anticipation. With a slight tilt of her head, she uttered,
As he inquired about meeting her, she nodded slowly, her pulse quickening with excitement.
But all thoughts of Velasco vanished in an instant as @Harou emerged victorious from the brutal match against her beloved wife. The sight of him, feral and victorious, filled her with a mix of dread and desire. The scent of their mixed blood filled the air, intoxicating her senses. A guttural snarl escaped her lips as he dared to command her.
Despite the agony radiating from her broken paw bones, Miaran refused to acknowledge any weakness. She stood tall, leaning heavily on her torn limb, her fierce gaze daring anyone to question her resolve. The young adult who dared to challenge her only received a mere glance, a warning of the untamed power that simmered just beneath her fur.
The threats that poured from Miaran's lips were not mere bravado - they were promises of destruction, of carnage that would leave no doubts as to her dominance. As she faced her opponent, Pyrrha, with a stoic expression as she watched the pink lioness leave without a word, the chaos around them served as a stark reminder of the savagery that lived within her.
@Brighid ♔ 's approach only served to heighten Miaran's primal instincts, her ears flattening against her skull as she emitted a low, guttural sound - a warning to those who dared to challenge her authority. With a flick of her tail and a firm click of her tongue, Miaran's message was clear: she was a force to be reckoned with, a predator in a world of prey.
Patience.
Miaran's heart raced as she stood, witnessing Harou's brutal attack on Aphrodite. The flames of anger burned within her, directed towards the Oasis King, yet she remained steadfast, knowing this was her wife's battle to fight.
Even without the deadly Hemlock on her claws, Miaran could see that her skills had allowed her to triumphed over the pink lioness in a flurry of strikes. Her own instinct for combat, ingrained within her since birth, pulsed through her veins. The thirst for blood was a part of her very essence, driving her to never back down from a challenge.
At the sound of the wicked Witch, Morrigan's voice, Miaran's lips curled back into a snarl, baring her sharp fangs. Despite her tender age of only six years, she bore the scars of countless battles, having stared death in the face and emerged victorious time and time again.
Miaran locked eyes with @Morrigan, a harsh, guttural laugh escaping her throat in defiance. The Witch's warning about the gods only fueled Miaran's inner laughter. With a smirk playing on her lips, she spoke boldly,
She underestimated me, sorcière. The virgin fighter should have learned by now, oui? Gods are nothing but figments, unwilling to accept their inevitable fates.witch.
As Morrigan retreated, her presence leaving a bitter scent in the air, Miaran stood tall, a warrior unyielding in the face of adversity. The fire in her eyes burned brightly, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Her heart raced as she locked eyes with the figure she knew all too well, @Velasco. His presence sent shivers down her spine, a mix of fear and longing. She couldn't tear her jewel-coloured gaze away as he drew closer, her whole being tingling with anticipation. With a slight tilt of her head, she uttered,
merci, Monsieur Velasco,her voice barely above a whisper.
As he inquired about meeting her, she nodded slowly, her pulse quickening with excitement.
Oui. I will introduce you to her at a later time. She wants to meet you,she revealed, a secret smile playing on her lips. It was a sign that she had confided in her wife about the impending political marriage, a gesture of trust and intimacy between them.
But all thoughts of Velasco vanished in an instant as @Harou emerged victorious from the brutal match against her beloved wife. The sight of him, feral and victorious, filled her with a mix of dread and desire. The scent of their mixed blood filled the air, intoxicating her senses. A guttural snarl escaped her lips as he dared to command her.
You dare command me, Harou?she hissed, her voice laced with anger and defiance.
Non. A body for a body. Your general will stay here until you provide a replacement. I want Helah,she demanded, her words dripping with venom. The fire in her eyes burned bright as she stood her ground, unyielding in her resolve. She would not be swayed, not even by someone as formidable as Harou.
table code by daanyen
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.
Trigger Warning for mentions of [morbid thoughts, bloodlust, cannibalistic, and sadistic tendencies]
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