BurningWillows
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2014
- Location
- Canada
Savannah nodded, turning to the wolf, "Give her to me."
Taking the dragon by the shoulder's, she stared into her doe brown eyes, feeling the woman fight her, She's learns quick.
"No one question my methods," she breathed, raising an eyebrow at them before her eyes caught sight of her mate joining the crowd.
'There you are my soul.'
'Welcome back beautiful. You smell rancid love.'
'Thanks. Nice to see you too.'
'Erasing memories I heard?'
'Trying. She's adapting, throwing walls up at me. She's smart, I'll give her that.'
'Oh c'mon, you aren't even trying yet.'
Savannah grinned, turning her ocean eyes back on Tyriah, 'No, I guess I should put some effort in.'
Leaning forward Savannah pulled the dragon in, kissing her roughly. She rarely used lip contact, but it shocked Tyriah and gave Savannah an instant access into her brain, the closeness creating an advantage for the demon.
Slowly she filtered through the dragon's memories, working backwards from the present. Each time Braxton's name came forth she erased the memory, dragging it from the dragon's mind and destroying it. Some of her memories she was able to simply warp, distorting them so that she kept the memory but forgot about him. Her lips stayed locked to the dragon, seconds turning into minutes as a sweat broke out on her forehead, the memories spanning over many decades.
They chunk I'm taking out of this woman's life isn't fair, she began to think, erasing yet another memory, It might be easier to replace them with something.
Finally she found the last of the memories, but Savannah didn't stop, wanting to fill in some of the holes she left. With the amount she had taken away, the woman would go crazy if she left her in that state, years suddenly erased and blocked out. There was a good decade she had to erase almost completely and Savannah thought quickly, creating the first memory that came to her mind.
'You were in a coma. You got into an accident and wound up in the hospital. You can't remember anything till you woke a decade later. The coma left you with a, uh, memory loss condition so parts of her memory are forgotten. You took a thought of therapy to remember what you do.'
'You could help her more, Damion spoke softly, his voice distant in her own head, if you helped her get over her attachment complex.'
You used to get attached obessively to people, she continued, throwing all her words deep into Tyriah's subconscious, seeing other men he had grown attached to through the years, After your coma, your therapist helped with that too. You no longer feel that obsession. You feel normal and in control.
Finally Savannah broke the contact, her body shuddering as the effort exhausted her. Bending over, the demon tried to catch her breath, her mate at her side instantly to keep her up right.
"That was the most I've ever done on a person," she whispered, leaning into Damion's arms, "Thank you love."
Her eyes turned to Tyriah, waiting to see how the result from the extensive rewiring she had done inside the dragon's mind.