Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Draven had not expected the ess to deny him, but that was exactly what she did, and he felt her tremble against him as she spoke. 'My apologies master, but even if we could find him, it is not my choice or chance to kill him note let someone else, my older sister got the worst of it it is her right. And either way I won't change what I want, sir' And then she moved and used her own body to caress against his nape. His reaction was immediate. A growl rose in his chest, each of his hairs vibrating from the sound, and he stopped cleaning her wounds and instead threw all of his weight into his shoulder, near where her head was, trying to hit her in the head and once more send her to the ground. "All you are giving me is excuses! Do you not want to please me, slave!" His vocals were a roar and he turned away from her, thinking to leave her... But she could be useful in other ways, entertaining as she had already showed him. Slowly, the brute turned back to her. "I am not your mate. I will not comfort you nor allow you to caress against me. I have no need for love and am not capable against it. If you will not bring me your father, bring me another to kill instead."
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Solitary Slave Ω Azura Ω
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