06-28-2018, 06:38 PM
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Suiteheart's voice was dark and angry as she stepped forward, having heard Genevieve's call. However, she didn't need to hear the words to know something was different. The blood that splattered the chocolate point's jaws and her cooper-colored eyes were sign enough. Margaery's shifted into stormy grays, and she always cleaned up after her hunting trips. More than the physical signs, Suiteheart felt it. Through the bond, she sensed Genny rising, rising, rising until she had complete control over her wife.
'Where is she, Suite? Give her to me.' Those had been the first words Genevieve spoke into her mind, and without needing confirmation as to who 'she' was, Suite knew. Genny wanted her counterpart; she wanted Aerona. When Genevieve had risen to power, Suiteheart felt the shifting inside of herself. A piece of her shattered soul was scratching at the bars of its cage. It was strong, evil, dark, and it wanted to experience life again. Suiteheart refused. She shot the murderous girl down, locking her deep within her core. Aerona didn't put up much of a fight, but Suite could still feel her - it felt like Aerona was pacing and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
She stood to Warringkingdoms' side, eyes narrowed and full of anger. "Didn't expect to see you so soon," she leveled, arching a fictional eyebrow. The tip of her tail was twitching back and forth in annoyance, and her fury was growing by the second as she felt Margaery trying to regain control. "You'd best watch yourself now, Genny. You're not so well-liked here."
Suiteheart's voice was dark and angry as she stepped forward, having heard Genevieve's call. However, she didn't need to hear the words to know something was different. The blood that splattered the chocolate point's jaws and her cooper-colored eyes were sign enough. Margaery's shifted into stormy grays, and she always cleaned up after her hunting trips. More than the physical signs, Suiteheart felt it. Through the bond, she sensed Genny rising, rising, rising until she had complete control over her wife.
'Where is she, Suite? Give her to me.' Those had been the first words Genevieve spoke into her mind, and without needing confirmation as to who 'she' was, Suite knew. Genny wanted her counterpart; she wanted Aerona. When Genevieve had risen to power, Suiteheart felt the shifting inside of herself. A piece of her shattered soul was scratching at the bars of its cage. It was strong, evil, dark, and it wanted to experience life again. Suiteheart refused. She shot the murderous girl down, locking her deep within her core. Aerona didn't put up much of a fight, but Suite could still feel her - it felt like Aerona was pacing and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
She stood to Warringkingdoms' side, eyes narrowed and full of anger. "Didn't expect to see you so soon," she leveled, arching a fictional eyebrow. The tip of her tail was twitching back and forth in annoyance, and her fury was growing by the second as she felt Margaery trying to regain control. "You'd best watch yourself now, Genny. You're not so well-liked here."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE