Neèra struggles. Shuffling in an awkward manner to roll herself over unto her belly. Taking mere moments to survey the damage before rising with a gaited grin and lifted wounds. "Neèra" she offers nothing more than her name, languid eyes testing the waters of sin and virtue as she cradles her fractured bones close to her bosom. "Feisty one are you, no?" it is the most she has spoken in an ages time, and yet it is needed to leave alive. "You fight well." A pause bates her breathes as a wince coil amongst the woman's features. Twisting her brows in an unsatisfied grimace before turning back to her adversary. "A shame that such a pretty woman attacks you before the first date, though. You at least could've taken me out for dinner, a kiss maybe even - before breaking my fucking ankle" She pours salt in the wound almost incredulously, as if she is teasing her for her own sinful thoughts. "I stay. It is not a request. It was never a request, but rather a poignant demand. "I earned it - I stay." She had earned it. Bested the woman amongst her own games, if anything - that seemed to account for more than a simple kiss upon the cheek and a bid Farewell before being chased out of their lands. Damn it, she would fight her again to prove it.
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03-26-2022, 12:18 PM
Revenge is a dish that tastes bittersweet beneath her lungs as the roman zealot shells amongst her pedestal. Victory had been given to her with little to no thought behind a hazy mind - she did not care for the win, but rather for the thrill that it would bring. Though, where the thrill settles pain takes its place. Wrestling the shawl woman in a bath of maroon and crimson - she feels everything at once. For the way, the alabaster bone moved unnervingly beneath his skin in a taut and unwelcoming feel. The pain was not something she was foreign too, and yet, this kind of suffering was nearly unbearable. But damn it, she had won - and if that accounted for anything it added itself to the long list of sin she would commit within the garden. Serpentine, the woman retracts with the taste of blood upon her lips. A forbidden wine only the greeks would see fit for her to indulge in but nonetheless, a drink she would never get tired of.
Neèra struggles. Shuffling in an awkward manner to roll herself over unto her belly. Taking mere moments to survey the damage before rising with a gaited grin and lifted wounds. "Neèra" she offers nothing more than her name, languid eyes testing the waters of sin and virtue as she cradles her fractured bones close to her bosom. "Feisty one are you, no?" it is the most she has spoken in an ages time, and yet it is needed to leave alive. "You fight well." A pause bates her breathes as a wince coil amongst the woman's features. Twisting her brows in an unsatisfied grimace before turning back to her adversary. "A shame that such a pretty woman attacks you before the first date, though. You at least could've taken me out for dinner, a kiss maybe even - before breaking my fucking ankle" She pours salt in the wound almost incredulously, as if she is teasing her for her own sinful thoughts. "I stay. It is not a request. It was never a request, but rather a poignant demand. "I earned it - I stay." She had earned it. Bested the woman amongst her own games, if anything - that seemed to account for more than a simple kiss upon the cheek and a bid Farewell before being chased out of their lands. Damn it, she would fight her again to prove it.
Neèra struggles. Shuffling in an awkward manner to roll herself over unto her belly. Taking mere moments to survey the damage before rising with a gaited grin and lifted wounds. "Neèra" she offers nothing more than her name, languid eyes testing the waters of sin and virtue as she cradles her fractured bones close to her bosom. "Feisty one are you, no?" it is the most she has spoken in an ages time, and yet it is needed to leave alive. "You fight well." A pause bates her breathes as a wince coil amongst the woman's features. Twisting her brows in an unsatisfied grimace before turning back to her adversary. "A shame that such a pretty woman attacks you before the first date, though. You at least could've taken me out for dinner, a kiss maybe even - before breaking my fucking ankle" She pours salt in the wound almost incredulously, as if she is teasing her for her own sinful thoughts. "I stay. It is not a request. It was never a request, but rather a poignant demand. "I earned it - I stay." She had earned it. Bested the woman amongst her own games, if anything - that seemed to account for more than a simple kiss upon the cheek and a bid Farewell before being chased out of their lands. Damn it, she would fight her again to prove it.