<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ts'itu.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sadghan Lake and Forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><br/>Kon didn't realize what was going on until it was too late and then he was over her back, a low, deep growl came from him. It was instinct more than anything. "I would rather bathe the ground in every single drop of my own blood." He said as he caught his feet under him and stood, pulling his arm taught. He didn't really try to pull it away, he wasn't going to fight her, but he wasn't going to give her the opportunity to help him either. He was tired, enraged, crushed, more things than he could ever say to her.<br/><br/>"You can let go, I will make it there, I only needed to take a breath." He said, tone stubborn, thick with weakness. It was a flat out lie but there was no way in hell that he was going to be remotely conscious for this to happen, her touch still delighted him, enthralled him as it always had but that would never be more than what it was and now he hated it. He couldn't stand it and he didn't know why.