First Draft || Endless Bloodshed

31. Filled With Pain.

I'm not in the right headspace at the current moment so please excuse any morbid, erratic, sadistic, emotional or out-there-moments from here on out. I'm surprised I'm not bouncing off padded walls unable to use my arms... I'm dead set serious about that. I probably should be.

Enjoy.

Kris didn't know which emotion was stronger the blazing fury or the uncontained betrayal, she settled on anger as it was an easier emotion to deal with then hurt.

A ferocious snarl escaped her throat as Crimson ripped the careful constrained control from Kris's grasp when she spent to much times wondering which emotion rung prominent.

Snaps and cracks echoed through the hall and the royals and representatives watched on as Kris's body shook and transformed.

"You will not take control of my body!" Kris warred from within herself.

"Pitiful human you are nothing without me! Without me you would be nothing but a story people told to keep third children inline, the princess that died. I shalt take it in stride when my other half betrays us! We are not weak! We aren't like those mindless girls that let others take our mate! He is ours or he is no ones"

Kris let Crimson had some leeway what harm would it cause other than the sluts death?  "Alright... don't create too much bloodshed, on second thought kill the bitch as you like but don't harm anyone else".

Their mental conversation last only milliseconds and in that time Kris body wad still going threw its transformation.

Crimson - who was now in dominant control on their shared body  - hunched forward as her insides ripped and pulled, expanding. Her body shook and her body arched as her bones broken and lengthened shooting her four foot nothing frame skyward to seven feet three inches. She towered over every living object in the room. Fur had spung out all over her body head to toe, and face which had been reshaped to that of wolves although it still had a human-like appearance. Sharp fangs hung over her lips and her eyes ironically slited to resemble that of a cat's.

Unlike any other of her kind  - that she knew of  -  she stood on her hind legs, she was a frightening sight.

Crimson eyes locked on the woman Loki had just a few seconds earlier sitting firmly on his lap his tongue no doubt down her throat.

"What is the meaning off this!" Crimson snarled ready to kill the little bitch and after maybe lock Loki up somewhere, she wasn't a weakling like so many others she wouldn't let another take her mate nor would she allow a simply sorry be that, she held grunges it was in her nature.

"Kr-kr-Kris" Loki stuttered sitting up knocking the unnamed slut off his lap.

Crimson threw her head back laughing hauntingly before snarl and growl at him,  "No stupid little wolf I'm am Crimson. Enough of this talk move so I can kill the whore!"

Loki jumped up and pulled the woman behind his back defending her,  "I can't let you do that Kris, ah Crimson, Natalie hasn't done anything wrong"

"Natalie is it?" she asked rhetorically,  "You dare defend her! I am your mate!"

Crimson then turn to the rest of the occupants of the room, her eyes narrowing in barely hidden rage. Kris her ever vicious other half had trusted them, this just confirmed that trust was useless. Crimson hoped Kris was watching maybe she would listen to her this time whenshe  had said this pitiful creatures were unworthy of her trust.

"She isn't scarred like you, she beautiful, pure! Everything your not!" Loki shouted at her causing her to stop mid-leap.

That had hurt even Crimson, did he truly believe that to be true?