Fire and Steel - Singing

[Kold]

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A VIVSECTION OF ME - DONE BY GOD FOR ALL TO SEE!

A soft breeze swirled around Kold as she sighed, sitting at the edge of the jungle that bordered the scorched lands. The black of her fur almost seemed to smudge away to reveal her brith coloring, the pearly look of her eyes seemed to become darker. White smeared her wings at their tips, though hardly visible as she tucked them in against the cool blue sky. Her tail swung idly to a beat as she mouthed silent words. Soon enough her voice caught edge and she sung into the air.

"Bellows of pain,
And scraping of chains,
The echoes they taunt and deceive me,
Oceans of pain
and Rivers of shame,
the fury it never leaves me."

Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Pitt - Marauder

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[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

The sound of singing rang in Dante's ears and it, unsurprisingly, irritated him. Wanting to find the source, he found Kold sitting near the burned area of their territory and he let out a loud, angry snort in an attempt to get Kold to stop - or at the very least, notice him. "D'y'think you could do that somewhere else? Preferably far, far away from The Pitt so I don't have to hear that awful fuckin' voice?" The hybrid snapped, though he made no comment on her changed colors. Honestly, he thought it was because he was imagining things, as per usual.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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A VIVSECTION OF ME - DONE BY GOD FOR ALL TO SEE!

Kold never cared much for disrespect, much less when it came from people she lost respect for. But being told to practically shut up made her huff, though a smile stretched on her face. Since when did she ask for his opinion? "I'd thought I was singing quite well, mister. If you don't like my singing, stuff cotton in your ears or stick your head in the sand." She spoke, shrugging. It seemed both Dante and Jor were really testing her patience, a thin thread worn to near snapping. 

Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Pitt - Marauder

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