DON'T TRUST HER // private, Margy // NEVER TRUST HER

[GORDON CIPHER.]

It was probably pretty obvious that Gordon didn't like Genevieve too well, but she didn't care if the other female noticed. Gordon wasn't much of a person to hate somebody, but god did Genevieve rub her the wrong way. There was just something off about her, and she didn't realize that she and Margaery were practically the same person. She believed that this Genevieve possessed Margaery and Margy was stuck in Genevieve's mind somewhere.

Gordon was nearing Genevieve's room and she knew she was, and the little she-cat tried to scuttle past the door as quickly as she could. She didn't like the be near Genevieve, let alone her room. Gordon couldn't quite explain it, but god did everything about that female make her uncomfortable.

[member=449]Margaery[/member]

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[Margaery]

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In every sense of the word, Genevieve was a predator. She had the patience, the drive, the hunger, and though her clanmates were off limits, she often times behaved as if they were to-be victims of her hunt. She had trained herself to lie in wait, hardly moving, every instinct screaming to kill and kill and kill and kill until there was nobody left for her to sink her claws into. She hadn’t taken any lives in such a long time and admittedly, she was anxious. Well, as anxious as a being made only to hate and feed could be. Any other emotions stemmed from Margaery (or Maarit... or even the ever elusive Ingrid who had just stirred).

Flicking a tail, Genevieve threw open her door, a wicked grin curving her chocolate hued lips. She had heard someone scamper near the door and ever the antagonizer, quickly made her move. [color=#b14767]”Hello, sugar,” She cooed venomously, copper gaze studying Gordon intently. Ah yes, the one who was unnerved by her. This should be fun, incredibly fun. [color=#b14767]”Going somewhere?”

[GORDON CIPHER.]

It wasn't hard to startle Gordon, and the little she-cat let out a yowl of surprise as Genevieve threw open her door. Gordon skidded to a halt from where she had been trying to get past her door as fast as possible, deciding that running off probably wasn't the best option here. You never run from a predator, right? You... try to face them. And then you run as fast as you can.

"I-I, um..." Gordon stammered out, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she turned around, though she refused to look up at Genevieve. Which is a normal thing for her to do, yes, but usually she cast at least one glance up to make sure she knew what was going on around her or who she was talking to. But, no, she couldn't look at Genevieve. She refused to. [b]"N-no, I was just, um... h-heading out, y'know?"

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