07-07-2021, 02:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-07-2021, 02:06 AM by Flynn2. Edited 1 time in total.)
The mission he'd been sent on was one of pleasure and sweet sorrow, legs wandering onward, aimlessly yet with a target. He couldn't help but let the thoughts stab him in the frontal lobe. He couldn't help but think of the act in its most raw form. The very fact his own blood had mingled with a monster (which was a strong word given their racist, judgmental ways) made his skin grow limbs and run away.
Though he had to be true to himself. There was less blame on Vengence, as Flynn knew the male would likely make love with a pile of manure if it was warm enough, and more fault on his Queen. Why in her right mind would she do this to herself? Still, he had so many questions she hadn't yet responded to, but his tongue didn't have the strength to speak out when he knew the answers she'd return would ignite a fire in his chest.
Did Vengence even love her? Of course not. He snorted in his own dark humour, slamming his rump upon the ground as the dreadfully familiar stench of decomposition swirled up his nostrils. A deal is a deal. He sat, waiting. The beast would be there soon enough.
Though he had to be true to himself. There was less blame on Vengence, as Flynn knew the male would likely make love with a pile of manure if it was warm enough, and more fault on his Queen. Why in her right mind would she do this to herself? Still, he had so many questions she hadn't yet responded to, but his tongue didn't have the strength to speak out when he knew the answers she'd return would ignite a fire in his chest.
Did Vengence even love her? Of course not. He snorted in his own dark humour, slamming his rump upon the ground as the dreadfully familiar stench of decomposition swirled up his nostrils. A deal is a deal. He sat, waiting. The beast would be there soon enough.
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