THE CAMERAS ARE ROLLING // open, capture + torture

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Thea woke shortly after, the shouting more than enough to wake up the young Arabian leopard, who was quick to try and get to her feet, confusion flitting across her features as pale blue eyes took in her surroundings, and took note of the ringing in her ears, while there, was very faint, before turning to Caesar, with a smile on her face.

Because if you smiled, it would be alright.

"That was a bit unfair, don't you think?" She mewed, referring to the capture. She had never heard of or experienced a capture and torture, only knew fights, fights that usually ended in forfeits, or death. Still, her grin grew wider as she spoke again. "I'm gonna make you a promise, mister. I'm gonna kill you, and everybody here."

In the Ascendents, she had never encountered those who were bloodthirsty, and battle-hungry, so this side of her rarely surfaced, yet here, it would probably thrive. It had been waiting, underneath her cheerfulness and kindness, to show it's true colors.

And yet the weakness she had was such a fragile mindset. If she was beaten, utterly humilated in battle, she couldn't cope. Anything that registered as a fight in her mind had to be won.

But the doubts in her mind about being able to win with her weakened had no place in her mind.