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Deimos didn’t measure success by halves or small, minute amounts – it all depended on the end result, triumph and glory, or devastation and ruin, the Pyrrhic victories laden in between. His tiger form had been more a more effective nuance; his bulk a likely deterrent for any more lunging motions. She tried and struggled, and he remained an aloof figure above her, paws and brawn intending to portray their steadfast insinuations, despite her shoves, despite her shouts. It appeared to be for nothing – he stayed; if only a feline nature possessed brows, for his would have surely arched. He understood why she bothered; not many came quietly to arrests, to pending trials and tribulations, the modicums of their consequences and actions. His status, unfortunately for her, was to ensure she was imprisoned until Wessex decided on something else.
He lowered his head to the cuff of her clothing, teeth, fangs, and ivories attempting to grab hold of the back of her collar, the General’s intentions to simply drag her to the dungeons, much like a carcass.
He lowered his head to the cuff of her clothing, teeth, fangs, and ivories attempting to grab hold of the back of her collar, the General’s intentions to simply drag her to the dungeons, much like a carcass.
DEIMOS
