Ever onward does she draw nearer to the being that had fathered the race she had spent her entire life to eradicate. The being everyone assumed to be dead. The malicious would-be subjugator of all Nayearth. With every step she took, more and more of herself was returned. Instead of a docile simpleton, soon she had a look of glowering hatred, of intense sorrow, and of raw determination, though her steps still took her unerringly forward.<br/><br/>By the time she had reached his side, her lips were literally curled in a rictus grin as she fought the burning pain in her tongue, nose, breasts, and sex, each ring flaring simultaneously, almost driving her to her knees. Her natural physical defenses saved her from the full brunt of his musk that seemed to effect everyone around, but without her magic, even she felt an urge to just give up the fight. TO give up and submit to the wonders that was him.<br/><br/>Instead she quickly raised her hand, to attempt at slapping the offending sacreligious fruit from his hand. "You will take my body. But not my spirit." Was all she managed to squeak out through clenched teeth.