07-16-2018, 09:43 AM
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The sounds of screaming and the scent of blood is what drew Thea in, and the 7 month old cub, instead of cowering away, happily threw herself into the fray, with a grin on her face. Claws unsheathed, and Thea aimed to rake them down the hybrid's face, whether Margaery's or Bastille's attacks landed or not. "You wanna fight, right? Let's fight!" She chirped, the unsettling grin on her features as she waited for a counterattack. But with a vampire, battle-hungry leopard cub, and the Seraph, she wasn't sure if he could get back up. That would be a shame. But unlike Bastille and Margaery, she had no issue with harming Playerone. In her eyes, this was a challenge. Thea wasn't quite aware of what was wrong with it, beating opponents into a bloody pulp. It was winning, right?
And plus, there was a chance that Playerone would get back up, and she sincerely hoped that would happen. A challenge.
And plus, there was a chance that Playerone would get back up, and she sincerely hoped that would happen. A challenge.
I'll give up on giving up
[i]and get the world on my side
Thea — Nora — Adara