[UDRAD]
"Why are you doing this? What do you want with me? Do you want the king? You think you can get to him through me? Or what is it you think you're doing? I am just another replaceable warrior," Zhurielle said to the woman who finally smirked at her. Fuck.
For every question Zhurielle had asked, the woman had just stared at her blankly, until Zhurielle mentioned who replaceable she was, and the woman smirked at her. This could only mean that the woman wanted to do away with her. But why would she even want that?
"You're smart, Zhurielle," the woman said and the lycan enforcer looked at her captor, the realisation of how replaceable she was admiring her flail like maybe she could have taken those stupid knitting classes her mother had wanted to force on her.
Maybe today her only worry would be what kind of thread she would need to use for her next embroidery or whatever the hell people who knitted did.
