Isa : Anisim Misolav
Isa grunted, as Roxy's foot connected with his shin, that was unpleasant. Still, he could tolerate the nuisance relatively easily. Maintaing his grip, he takes a few deep breaths and shoves the pain to the back of his mind. Smiling bitterly at Roxy he offer's a stinging retort, at least it was meant to sting. Meanwhile, Luci and his actions completely failed to register for Isa, who was a tad bit preoccupied.
"I got news for you girly, Life isn't fair. Not my fault Vlad decided to make you the whipping girl, that said, it's not my problem. You've survived this long, you'll survive this too. Get this through your head now: I hate Vlad. I'm not letting anyone here, not even you, whipping girl, to get in my way. If that pussy decides you're the only cat worth skinning, I won't miss the beatings, and I'll be happy to use my own hale form to maul him repeatedly. If that gets you killed, well that's just too bad, but I'll live with it."
I carefully shift my feet, so that I'm standing on Roxy's toes, preventing a second kick. In doing so I notice an odd sensation... and finally realize that I'm still unclothed. Muttering a string of curses in my native tongue, I can't help but notice other things... Like how good it feels to be pressed up against you, and for a moment, I almost slip up and lose my focus. But then just as suddenly a door or gate slams shut, and the feelings are left outside in the cold, while I am left alone with only a bitter and calculating soul to guide me. I look Roxy right in the eyes, showing just how deep my resolve went, It was one of the few things I still had intact. It goes, or rather is, much of my current mental core. If it is broken, then so am I, and I'm not some damned sheep just waiting patiently to be slaughtered. Not by her, not by Vlad, nor by Sean or any of the others, and lastly, not even by myself.
@KatherinWinter