darn tablet an me accidentally hitting submit before I was ready!
Ready to thrash the gash that'd dared, grabbing her skinny arms and dragging her up our of the water, blood touching the corner of her mouth, "Fuck you, ya fucking cunt!"
Then belatedly, the fine hairs in the back of his neck rose.
He was gonna fucking die!
Naked, bleeding he snatches the pile of cloths he'd shed, and books it. Leaving the whore to her fate.
***
Niamh rises fully from the river, unashamed by her nakedness.
More concerned by the mewling wretch that had interrupted her meal. The urge to stake her territory was vast. Larger then anything the savage had yet felt on land-or by it rather.
Finally, eventually, an infinity later the rage subsides and Niamh manages to grunt out, "Takeda," in greeting.