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Til death do us part...

"Him? No he was placed with her to breed her, very virile that one obviously. He achieved my goal immediately, I don't doubt a healthy warrior is growing inside her belly. The boy methinks though, is overly attached to her, perhaps feeling... responsibility for the siring? What is that.... love... ha! What nonsense is this, there is only biology boy, only biology. Your yearning to breed fools you into this emotion you call 'love.' The reality is your just beings of instinct and primal needs, love is a fiction the drunken bards sing of rich aristocratic fools with too much money and time on their hands. You, now you and your wolfish kind have little to none of those... your lives are short and brutal. Know that your feelings for her are futile... she knows as you can see, she knows her role in biology.... as a carrier and nothing more. Nothing more, soil to plant and bear fruit, then trampled as it is past its usefulness. Cling to each other all you wish, know you are only dirt. Your tears... hahaha, you think a Countess such as myself is moved by such things? I thought that boy Dank was sentimental, but even he understands his role, as much as it torments his soul (and I enjoy the sight of his inner anguish so much...). Now you think perhaps you will meet each other again... perhaps but only in painful reunion. Boy, perhaps I will send you to the gallows for your insolence in for so much as daring to breath, or perhaps Dank will dispatch you in combat since you are trained to fight for our amusement after all... either way she will see your passing. Preferably with your little spawn brat to see it all. Tears and everything, so futile, as are your short miserable lives. Know your Countess does not die, you will die and I will laugh and feel myself as you writhe in resistance to the inevitable... now feel the anguish of separation as my men tear you apart as a femur from a hip socket, and embrace each other for one final time..."

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