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To make it all the worse he would press into her, trying to dominate over her with sheer size and the speak of strength trained down into the bloodline. She didn't fear it, not for a second, nor did she almost become crippled due to being a coward. Her lips rose over ivory fangs as a snarl ripped from her chords. If you so much as breathe a word to anyone on who gave you the names you sought, I will find you. "Find me and do what? Kill me? I know what its like to have nothing, no one would miss me. But how would your perfect family feel, hmm? To know it took nothing but a tickle to get you to laugh in their faces!" She spat, her words could be just as cold. "You're right, I won't breath it," a small chuckle escaped her, madness feeling like it was taking over her senses. "I will sing it..." she used the last of her words and the first of her strength to shove back into him, all in the while her jaws aiming straight for his neck. She would not take him lightly, not after the pent up anger, and embarrassment, alongside her many nights to think alone.
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That seemed to be the problem however, she understood him where he did not understand her. She spoke out of anger and passion because she had been so wrapped up in it that it consumed her. It was a product of her, but it was not who she was completely. Onyxia was a soul that while she grew hot, she was also warm to the right kind. They danced around a tender subject, perhaps one that could have been spoken through if they tried slightly, but all of that was lost in translation and ended with violence. She did not regret it, she only regret not knowing what could have been if things were different. He iced her out from the moment he heard what happened to her, rightfully so. That was his family and in the end they would matter more than anything she was, or what she offered. Onyxia had always been a close second, and she never expected him to choose her over them. As he released his weight from her, the snarl that left him did not cause her to stir under pressure or fear. He was dead to her, as she wished of the rest of the Tiamats. She would wait until he was out of sight, but even still she did not leave her position as she could only stare at the ghost of him.
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