Thread: The curse that corrupts all [HimekoxTinyThings]

Seeing the arranged marriage, and the brat she was meant to wed, made Grim sigh softly, and frown a bit at the thought. The thought that her baby sister was meant to 'love' someone, that she had no interest in, was absurd to her. In her world, you fought for what you wanted. And if fighting wasn't necessary, you took it willingly. There where no oppression here. Not anymore. At least not as long as she was in control of the pack. Which might not last forever, if Coldtooth had his way. Something that had been building up, with a few other male pack members taking his side, wanting things back to the old ways. Grim smiled at the mention of family, shivering lightly at the thought. She'd never really had anyone to connect to, as a family, other than the pack Shaman. And the Shaman had no interes tin motherhood, and therefor only granted training and mental advice. The first person she'd ever had a real connection to, was Ahmelien. It felt good to finally have it complete. Her life. Her existence. Everything was brighter now. Grim's head tilted lightly, at the mention of 'revenge', furrowing her brows a bit worried. While she didn't feel the family deserved anything, she was horrible at holding grudges. Granted, she didn't have to suffer through childhood with the family, but she had been left to die by them. Forced to grow up in a world of abuse, and degradation. And still, she didn't feel the burning hatred towards their family, that Layla seemed to. Hey, you will. You already are... This.. Is what it feels to be loved. Grim happily smiled, stroking Layla's cheek, as she placed a hand on the Priestess' chest, above her heart. The warmth your feeling in here? That's love. As well as this.. She continued, taking one of Layla's hands, to place it on her own naked skin, above her heart. Layla would feel the warm skin, heat her palms, while still feeling the love Grim felt inside. You are loved, and wanted here, sister.. Right where your supposed to be.. She giggled lightly, kissing Layla's lips again. When asked not to leave Layla, Grim smiled comfortingly, as she happily wrapped her arms around the other Elf. One arm wrapped around the other's back, while the other rested bellow Layla's bum, almost as if she was carrying the other Priestess, protectively. She closed her eyes lightly, resting her own head down against Layla's, as her hands gently stroked her skin in both places. I wont, sister.. I won't. I'll show you, what is really worth living for. She whispered, squeezing her sister's body, as she felt the other start losing consciousness, as sleep seemed to slowly take over. Go ahead, sweety. I'll get you back to my house. Before you fall asleep, though, could you tell that thing to keep up? Unless you want to leave it behind, and be food for the Vilefangs? She said, very sarcastically, as she slowly stood up, easily lifting her sister with her. She still had one arm wrapped around Layla's behind, to keep her up, as she slowly started growing fur, and went into her feral form. As she did, she turned Layla around in her arms, so she could carry her sister in the most comfortable way, to allow her to sleep in her arms. And soon after, the Priestess had fallen asleep in her arms, causing the massive beast to let out a small small and a sigh. She moved along, starting to move towards the pack's main territory. Layla would wake up, in a primitive house, made out of wood and branches. She woke on a bed of thick fur, the pack seemingly got from a wild animal. The pack used everything from their kills, in honor of the victims spirits. Over her, was a blanket of thick leaves. This blanket was surprisingly soft, and only gave a little bit of warmth, due to the warm nights currently above them. But more noticeably was her sleeping sister, hugged close up against her now naked body. Grim had an arm, ether accidentally or completely on purpose, over her chest, a hand on her breast. One of Grim's legs was also wrapped around Layla, keeping them close enough for Layla to feel the massive member, currently flaccid. Should she look around the room, closer, she'd see her robes hanging on a branch on the other side of the room, now perfectly clean. Other then that, there where very little in the room, worth of furniture. There was just the bed, and a small pile of books next to it. If Layla didn't want to wake up Grim, she wouldn't wake up by Layla's movement, but instead she'd meet Ahmelien, wide awake, outside the rooms door.