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located in Schafedorf, a part of Who's Afraid of the...?, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Phillipe Character Portrait: Ada Blanche
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The knowledge that Phillipe wouldn't be made into breeding stock was an intense comfort to Ada, regardless of the fact that it meant her payment for Eric's information would be greater. It mattered little to her at this point, so long as they could get out of the foggy territory in a timely manner. Cannibalism was no laughing matter and, regardless of her smooth defiance, she was wading deeper and deeper into a drowning terror as they spoke.

Eric's proposition drug her deeper into the pool of fear and nausea gripped at her stomach. She was suddenly extremely angry with herself, for not staking her own terms - even though she knew he never would've accepted. Her body flinched visibly at Phillipe's rage and Az, still standing over her, tightened his grip on her, as if sensing her flight instinct. Her eyes followed him as he struggled, shifting between forms, red hot rage bubbling in his eyes and mouth, and she recognized the possessive anger as the same as she'd felt when he'd almost accepted his fate as a breeder.

Her attention returned to Eric, ice cold and somewhat absent of fighting will. The kiss was not the problem; it was that his hands were more than likely to hunger for her as soon as they rested upon her. His second option wasn't much better, considering that she was in a bad way as it was with all her bruising and sore muscles. But for the sake of her dignity, Ada grasped at the knife and pulled it closer to examine it.

The blade itself wasn't terribly sharp, so the process of butchering her own leg wouldn't be easy. "I believe I said within reason," she murmured, her tawny eyes not leaving the knife. "You've given me two rather impossible choices: one to give myself to you for an undefined period of time, the other to risk bleeding out for a chunk of flesh." She spoke more to herself than to him, mulling over the possibilities as each word escaped her lips. Ada pressed the edge of the blade against her thigh and drew it across the tender skin, eliciting a wince. It really was dull, only a few beads of blood raising from the wound. Her fingers upon the hilt of the knife trembled and the fresh pain caused her eyebrows to pull together. She couldn't. She couldn't do it.

She quietly set the knife down on the table, her palm lingering over it for a few moments before pulling away to rest unhappily in her lap. "You're a cruel bastard, aren't you?" she burst suddenly. "Choosing yourself and your pleasures over your pack." Az's hand flew from her shoulder and grabbed a chunk of her hair, ripping downwards and forcing her chin into the air. A grunt escaped her, but she made no attempt to escape his grasp. "Fine. Do as you like," she snarled and spat at him from her seat. "But you will not harm or touch my beloved, and when it is over you will give me what I want."