[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]Rochelle dreaded the day she witnessed this. She’d just been lounging about in the camp when she noticed Caesar and the kit. She, of course, didn’t recognize the kitten, however, did take note of how rough he was being with her. Immediately she sat up, alarmed and watching the Officer. A kit from the Ascendants? The lupine frowned, rising to figure out exactly he was going to do with Pele. ”What was this kit doing? Was she trespassing? Or did you just kidnap her?” Rochelle inquired harshly, amber eyes glaring at Caesar. She couldn’t claim to be his number one fan, though she respected his lifestyle and moral choices. But ... but a kitten?
Then, the fireball came. She could feel the heat flare past her as the kitten ducked away from it. She inhaled sharply, haunches raising. While Rochelle had never given birth, she’d raised children before ... and this ... this just riled something up in her, motherly instincts. ”Why can’t you fight someone your own size? Someone worth more to us than a kitten?” She snapped, though her tone remained calm, words quick. As the Officer took a swipe at the Pele, she couldn’t help but despise him. ”If you need information from this kitten, then why haven’t you tried asking instead of torturing them first?” She saw no logic to it. If people wanted to be violent, she understood that, but violence without logic? It was something she couldn’t stand.
Then, the fireball came. She could feel the heat flare past her as the kitten ducked away from it. She inhaled sharply, haunches raising. While Rochelle had never given birth, she’d raised children before ... and this ... this just riled something up in her, motherly instincts. ”Why can’t you fight someone your own size? Someone worth more to us than a kitten?” She snapped, though her tone remained calm, words quick. As the Officer took a swipe at the Pele, she couldn’t help but despise him. ”If you need information from this kitten, then why haven’t you tried asking instead of torturing them first?” She saw no logic to it. If people wanted to be violent, she understood that, but violence without logic? It was something she couldn’t stand.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags