Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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She rose to her paws, her facade falling as she looked at him. 'I am not giving you excuses, I am giving you facts, imagine if someone took that fae in which you plan on muduring, and killed her before you had the chance. And perhaps it's nor are you capable of love, but are you suitable for it. And I will only please you if it is to my benifit, my liege.' Draven growled at her, but the growl quickly grew into a laugh. He shook his head and turned away from her. "If another killed her, I would be just as happy to have her dead, I would only be mad if she did not suffer in the process. I am not so petty as to require that I am the only one who could kill her. And if you do not wish to please me all of the time, then I am not your master, for were I your master, you would do whatever I said without question. I have no need for the drama that your wavering loyalty will bring. You fulfilled a need I had in that brief moment - to hurt you and abuse you and take your form, spilling my seed within you. But I need you no longer and find that I have no desire to wait and see what you decide. You are easily replaceable." The Titan began to walk away from her, his deep pelt shimmery as the sun escaped from behind the clouds and bounced off of his pelt. "I would say I wish you well, but I don't. If you cannot find the strength to take your own father's life, that is no problem of mine."
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Solitary Slave Ω Azura Ω
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