Sebring
❝the silver queen❞

It had been too simple. The way that Diosa had so seamlessly switch a flip that had taken months for the kalaks to even begin to budge. Even the height of their brain washing Sebring had always maintained her freedom to choose in theory, although it would have been unwise to go against them. Lest she want the beating and rape to go on longer than usual. Her captors had already been prone to mood swings that swayed them into temperamental states. She was just a pin cushion to the males and a scratching post to just about everyone else. But Diosa needed none of that, instead it had taken three words and that piercing gaze of fluorescent carmine orbs. In that split second it was as though the glow intensified and consumed her own vision. Sebring’s vision had bled red, and she wondered if this was how Diosa saw the world. She had no time to wonder though as that invisible chain yanked against her throat, dragging her like a rag doll behind the princess.

A riot of emotions boiled in her stomach. It was bitter and acrid taste that rose up in her throat. A searing hatred for the power that Diosa had swayed over her. A tinge of regret at what she had done to the heiress, but that was politics, was it not? True she had traded away the first borne child of Diosa, but she was in the process of bringing a truce between Caidir and Kershov’s pack, one she had no doubt would rise to the top. Diosa was only to immature to understand such things. A growl hung heavily in her throat, but at the sound Diosa contracted her own throat. No need for such sounds just yet, Sebring. Especially not towards me. The heiress hissed over her shoulder, without even glancing at the silver queen. Sebring almost pitied the girl, she had no idea what she was running straight for, but then again neither did Sebring. The silver woman at least had fighting experience, what did Diosa have? But it was too late to ask…

The stench of blood, sweat, and anger poured over her.

Sebring had cried out to Kalgalath, hoping to the gods that he would be okay. Knowing that only such pain could have been caused by the venomous strike of a vampires bite. As commanded though, Sebring’s honey gaze turned to the scene and picked out her target – Adara. And without thinking she had gone for the killing mark. Tears brimmed her lids, begging the gods to free her from this hellish grip. She would never forgive herself if she landed any sort of mark on the sweet lady. But the gods, blessed her with a different gift.

Adara’s gaze had spotted her, probably out of familiarity, but she had realized that Sebring had foul intent. Sebring!? What’s wrong with you? The femme had back peddled away from Sebring in time and had retaliated, in the oddest way possible. Adara’s white figure streaked towards Sebring and bowled her over, taking the Queen by surprise as she had braced for a more aggressive counter attack. Instead she staggered before falling over. Adara took the opportunity to pin her, canines pinching into her scruff and locking tight. Sebring didn’t try to fight back though, she let herself remain submissive. She had never wanted to harm Adara, or anyone for that matter. Except for those that she was currently being forced to fight for. The tears that had brimmed, now fell down her cheeks leaving slightly darkened streaks. Her chest heaved from the effort of her previous attack, the run she had made here, the way Adara had knocked the wind from her lungs, and the crying only made it harder. Sebring bit down into her lip to keep from making a sound. She felt the old scar tissue from the many months she had spent doing the same thing, while being raped or tortured. The queen curled in on herself, feeling so utterly at a loss and broken. She had never gone so low in life on her own. She had never sought to hurt one of her own friends before, and that had rattled her to the core. Not even the kalaks had asked something so cruel of her. Please help me… I can’t control myself anymore.

The words fell from her mouth, and in that moment she had never felt to exhausted. As if she had fought this war single handedly just to be able to say those few words. Kalgalath, please help me… She cried for her mate. Trying to hold onto the memories they had to keep her own sanity. To keep from letting that monstrous vampire any further into her mind. She would hold out for Kal, if it was the last thing she did.

꧁ Faux Queen of Caidir Olc | : | Puppeteered by Kalaks ꧂