“I know plenty of what I’m getting myself into, after all, this ain’t my first time helping your kind.”
"No-you don't-.....… I-I....I'm.............I’m the third prince of Ivedale… I have two older brothers, two younger, and my sister, the youngest of us. In our land, then you reach ten years old you’re given a second purpose, breeder or layer. All of my siblings so far have been breeders but me… I am a layer, and a layer’s only purpose is to mate and bear children... That’ll be your purpose, forever and always… after it was found out what I was, I was treated like a maid due to me being a weak link in my family. I slept on the floor of the maids’ quarters until I was sold to another kingdom...I don’t know where, but I was given to mercenary hunters and told that it didn’t matter if I made it dead or alive. They took me and made me a..."
he stopped and his face folded in disgust,
“a slave of their own… they would hit me and cut me and use me for entertainment, but their leader had forbidden anyone but him to touch me sexually… which didn’t happen until I had gotten away. I ran for weeks until he caught me…”
he had tears running down his face and he looked down at his hands in his lap,
“He didn’t mate me completely, I got away and ran before he could, but those are what the burn marks on my hips are from…”
he let out a shaky breath as his body started trembling even more than it had been before,
“Then… I met you…”
“…that.. that mother..”
His hands began to clench slightly as his glare slowly turned towards the ground, his teeth grinding against eachother.. as he shook slightly.
“… I always knew my god dammit brother was a pervert.. but to go to that extent.. to go that far with his sick and twisted games…I’m going to kill that psycho for what he’s done.. brother or not..-“
At this point, his heads were clenched tightly.. an odd orange glow emitting from his hands as his red eyes practically seems to shine slightly, now actually but.. it seemed so real..
“He deserves.. to be punished..”
((Lol, idk, I thought it’d be a good idea to kinda make Le “captain” Le brotha, /> ))
(ye, cause who cares? This our rp.)
He slowly unclenched his hands.. and the once “smoking” hands turned into the gentle form they were before, his teeth stopped grinding against one another.. and it seemed like he was just upset..
“…I’m…Im so sorry for what he did… I.. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to make up for what.. he did..”