There was blame. In that gaze of those green eyes - well, in that one eye, that wasn't shadowed by drooped eyelids - the unbearable shade of blaming was shown. It wasn't supposed to be there, for sure, Korass shouldn't be able to show emotion like that! He didn't have the permission to feel!
"Don't look at me like that", Deadache said, hoarsely as always, but still softly. In those words was almost pleaing tone, a hint of the unpleasant, almost fearful, movements in the beast's mind.
But unlike usually, Korass didn't obey. His stare didn't even shudder under the command nor the tones in Deadache's voice. And oh, how it frustrated the one who had stolen his mind - or actually thought so. But it started to come more and more clear that that wasn't the case, that there was still leftovers of what once had been in her puppet's mind.
There was Sarthois, the one who shouldn't be there anymore. The one who was supposed to be dead, the one who was the cause of all this, the one who now wanted to steal Korass from her. How it really did frustrate - and how it did hurt! Seeing all that in Korass, Deadache knew clearly that he wanted to leave. He wanted his life back, without the one who had used him, neglected him and made him into something he wasn't.

Except he was. Sarthois was only a memory, a lie in the tormented mind. That one standing there under Deadache's stare was Korass.
Only Korass.

At that moment, the monster lost control over herself. It was something that didn't happen often, as Deadache's self control seemed to be almost unbreakable. At times she questioned her ability to feel anything at all even by herself.
"Don't. Look at me. Like. That!"
It still wasn't a yell. The voice had just lost all of it's softness and was deeper now - so deep, that it was little blurred and even more hoarse. And the look in the pale blue eye was completely insane, it made it's way right through Korass' mind and made him realize just a moment too late that Deadache was about to attack. He tried to dodge, but it was no use - the scarred female got her jaws onto his lower back and he lost his balance in the middle of the leap.
Deadache didn't even struggle with her balance.

It did hurt. But Korass - Sarthois - knew worse. And he didn't stop his struggling, he still fought, but he could only bit his jaws towards Deadache's left hind leg, barely even touching her. He got only the bloodied gauzes between his front teeth and ripped them off, just a moment before the monster dragged him along the ground under their feet with one strong pull.
And then he hit his head in a nearby tree.

Deadache stared at him with the madness in her eye.
"Y-you... you did... fo-foolishly..." she said, manically, with voice crackling from feelings she usually didn't let show. Corner of her left eye was twitching and she breathed heavily - not really because exhaustion, but because disgust and thrill.
Few more deep breaths, and it was all over. All the hate, all the fear of Korass leaving, all the feelings were gone. Back into her calm self, Deadache sat next to him, watching and guarding his forced sleep.
Right beside him. Like always.

Haha, may you have this random role-play-text's English translation with more grammar errors you can cope with. Just because I definitely can. English ain't my native language and I'm really somewhat lost with it. Sorry.

...phehehe.
Deadache (again) being her insane self with Korass (Khasuri).
Sorry for the anatomy being somewhat lost. Deadache didn't want to behave. Like at all. Damn thing.

Mechanical pencil, graphite sticks and a little bit of Photoshop.
Used this texture again.