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For Galadriel???
WHAT HUMILIATION! WHAT INDIGNANT DISRESPECT OF HER ABILITIES, HER AGE, HER PERSON! HOW COULD HER FATHER DARE TO DO SOMETHING SO INSULTING IN THE HEIGHT OF HER PAIN.
The Giratinas blood boiled, she wanted blood, she wanted to rip and tear through every inch of the void until she found Shae and ripped him apart. He had wounded her in ways she never thought she could be and how does her father help...A BABYSITTER?!
Her claws dripped with the fresh crimson liquid that had the familiar scent of dog. She looked at the lovely gash shed left across his face, even managed to carve into the metal of his headpiece.
"Serves you right for getting in my way! Now let me pass you mangey mutt or I'll rip your other ear in half!"
The Zacian looked at the giratina with a stern unwavering glare. Wiping the blood off his face from the gash that now decorated his right eye he flicked it to the ground.
"You lack emotional discipline. Your father was right I have my work cut out for me. If you want to leave your territory and dare encroach on another Giratinas with the intent to kill...well you'll have to get past me." The Zacian said firmly holding his ground as the Wyrm infront of him thrashed her clawed tendrils.
"I'll kill you." The goddess glowered with a rumbling distortion in her voice, the realm around her burning up from her anger.
The Zacian was unwavering in his resolve, he pulled out his sword and held a firm stance, "You are certainly welcomed to try my lady."
And with that the Giratina launched herself at this foolish dog who dare blocked her path.
Little did she know in her frenzied state that their stalemate would lead to a life long friendship.
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⏪ Galadriel
A thunderous boom rang out as a flash of light seared through the tree line. An enraged roar rang out that shook the very earth.
She had never known a rage like this, had never been so blinded by her own rage that she ignored the possibility of casualties caught in her destructive wake.
She could barely make out the voices that tried to calm her. All she could hear was her own heart beating in her ears as her only thought was to kill him.
Her family, her friends, her bridesmaids. None could stop the bride out for blood. She was wronged and she'd get her due justice.
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