Clash of the Females w/ @TheHostSentMe - Ibree: It was my duty to feed the King. The Primale, as well as Lassiter, had asked it of me many years before when the Queen died. Feeding him had been one of life’s greatest pleasures. The King was a... https://t.co/1qh3BvTQl1
My lips peeled off my fangs at her words, a snarl released through the room. Holy … was that me? Lassiter's arms became like iron bands around my midsection and he physically picked me up and carried me out of the room. Writhing in his arms, I managed to >
< sink my fangs into his skin. I didn't really care where, just that I caused pain. Why hadn't I ever taken up something physical? Something that would have taught me how to fight back?
"Dammit, Ibree!" Lassiter's voice rang in my ear and as his blood hit >
< the corner, whispering in my ear that Whicked would need me to relieve her in a bit and not to rush things. Had the angel-deity read my mind?
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My years of training as a Chosen nearly went out the window at her words. We were known for our grace and, yet, I felt very much like attacking this redhead. The only thing - well, things, actually - that kept me in place were the fact that the King was >
< blood. I bit my tongue to keep from speaking out, though, because if Wrath heard me dissing Whicked's blood, he would be pissed. His shellan had been a half breed. His son was one quarter human. Lassiter slid his hand over my mouth and pulled me back into >
*My eyes flashed over to the Female in the white robing, clearly a Chosen. Her eyes locked with mine as I sat crouched over the King. She looked almost pissed at me being all over Wrath. Was I taking her place by feeding him, probably. ~
It was my duty to feed the King. The Primale, as well as Lassiter, had asked it of me many years before when the Queen died. Feeding him had been one of life's greatest pleasures. The King was a helluva male and I couldn't help but to desire him for >
< feed. A small, rumbling growl building in my chest. That was MY duty. Whoever this other female was, was out of line. The doctor tried to talk to, what did she call her? Ah, yes. Whicked. Tried to get her to let up and allow me to help, but the growl that >