As her shoulder hit the packed earth, a fire erupted in her chest. It tore through her, consuming every fiber of her being. Some ancient, carnal fuel fed the heat in her belly. As if the souls of her ancestors burst forth from her body, Letha awoke. She turned her body, arms scraping and pushing. She attempted to turn herself, blue eyes narrowed with focus and determination. Her neck craned with Amun's grip in her hair, but she tried to change her position as best as she could and send a knee towards his jaw.
Training it's a supernatural delight
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04-27-2020, 07:06 PM
your tongue is twisted, your teeth are nails He grabbed a fist-full of her hair and she falls with him, caught completely in his grip. She felt no satisfaction as her blow hit his stomach. She supposed that while fighting someone who could not feel pain would not be as satisfying as she imagined. Amun was trained, and had lived in this state for longer than her. There was no exhale of imagined, remembered, pain that fell from his lips. While his hand in her hair did not cause her pain, either, it did send her to the ground with him.
they drove your voice in your throat Letha |
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