***  Mora ***<br/><br/>As she sat without Tellara, still looking suspiciously at her lover, she looked up to the hunter as he seemed to move fast over the ground towards her. She hated him, but his face close to hers was even worsening her hatred towards the man. She wouldn't back out though, instead she sat upright and closed in the little space between them, feeling his tusks scrape along her cheeks as she looked deeply back into his eyes, defying his very being with her bright fiery lookers.<br/><br/><i>"I not hurt her, if she listens. Like Tella'a.. Tella'a tell her, she is my bitch, like tella'a is.. Else, she be dead, I rather die then not have power over tha cursed one. No fighting anymore, but only because I choose to, not you. I not listen to you, I be my own being."</i><br/><br/>The hanging straps of string and leather from his covering armour were stroking over her naked form. Her nipples hardened of the touch, her body still tense and stretched because of his close presence. She hated herself for it, her body reacting so easily to any stimulation, but she ignored it as best as she could. She would not back down from his staring eyes, but somehow she hunches slightly, avoiding the strings, and her eyes darting swiftly from the waterskin to the knife back to his eye. She didn't correct her body, but she kept looking with a devious look in her eyes, her ears twitching from the sounds around her.<br/><br/><i>"I. am..."</i>She finished after a few seconds.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>