Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Deep vocals shook Draven's consciousness and roused him a bit more. My, my--he even calls you 'queen' now. However did you teach him these manners, beloved. He tried to focus more, his blood shot orbs sweeping around, trying to find him, but since he was unable to move his nape without causing pain, he laid still. Footsteps thundered into his auds as the Ice King moved his form to stand next to his bloodied mistress, who soon after responded. Time and patience, a little oxygen deprivation perhaps...When at long last the Alpha came into his view, Draven shut his eyes shut, his soul conflicted about how he wanted the next few precious moments to go. A part of him, the weak part that he had tried to suppress for years, wanted to be killed so that this torture could not continue onward. But the rest of his still strove for Halina's own death, and with the new realization that the ess was still alive, it fought to keep him not only conscious, but focused on his plans in the near future. The crimsoned Queen approached him, nuzzling hard against his form as he fought to remain standing and whispered into his aud before forcing him to the ground rather tenderly. Your life, Draven. I want it. Her rough tongue brushed up and around his mandible, tasting his blood furiously. The dark brute remained utterly still as her lips pushed against his jugular, not wanting to anger her at all.
Did you know I've been thinking about plants recently, mutt? It turns out they're capable of all sorts of wondrous things, including massive amounts of physical agony. But you knew that, didn't you?" Draven did not bother wasting energy to respond to such a rhetorical question. The Ice King knew all too well about Draven's knowledge of herb lore, as Draven had managed to poison him along with Halina. He did find it interesting, however, to find Kershov was affectionate with the femme. Their relationship, no matter how messed up it was, was still based around a love that could be manipulated. This was Kershov's weakness... not that Scarlet was weak. But this would be how he would pay Scarlet back. As it turns out, there are a few species of flora that induce vivid hallucinations. I would ask for specifics, but none of the wolves who ingested them were able to tell me much afterward . . . Interesting, right?
Draven managed a choking chuckle. In his years of searching for the fatal plant, his various teachers had used him as a test subject for many plants, or had integrated his use of them into their curriculum so that he would fully understand the consequences of abusing their power. "You are no herbologist, Kershov. Your teeth may incur fear, but not your knowledge." How wrong Draven was, for he had not put nearly enough time into researching this brute. It was true that Kershov was not a healer, persay, but his crazed mind was always up for trying.
The femme, still at the ebonero's side, spoke once again, and Draven exhaled in relief that the fae's teeth would no longer be piercing his skin. My dear Draven, after my beloved has finished with you, if you survive, you will belong to Abendrot and by association, myself. I will expect you to be a wonderful assistant should you leave Kershov's experiments with your heart still beating. As she moved away from in, Draven watched her stride, thinking of all the disgusting things he wanted to do to her that would end up in him stripping the flesh from her body before forcibly ravaging her very soul until she was broken, beaten, dirtied. The fire that kept him pushing forward burned strongly within him and always his mind was thinking ahead. Plan A had failed, so now onto Plan B, Plan C...D...E...F...G...
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