08-28-2018, 12:50 PM
Despite Eshe's protests, Cleo found herself settling down next to Goldie. Her sister would receive no formal greeting, the slightest inclinations of a head her only acknowledgement before sanguine-shaded eyes were focused upon Pincher. Her anger towards her siblings had all but resided, but that didn't mean she felt any differently about her father. She didn't want to be angry at him, not anymore, but her mamba's constant influence clouded her perception more and more with each passing day. She had managed to ignore her pressing hatred towards Sylvina and Goldie and Katherine, refusing to succumb to the darkness that Eshe tempted her with, and yet it appeared as if the captain had not been so lucky.
Swallowing hard, she found herself unable to generate even the slightest touch of concern towards her father. He didn't looked good at all and she knew that, deep down, that should have worried her. But it didn't- the only emotion that rose to meet her was that rage. How she wished she could quell that inescapable rage.
Swallowing hard, she found herself unable to generate even the slightest touch of concern towards her father. He didn't looked good at all and she knew that, deep down, that should have worried her. But it didn't- the only emotion that rose to meet her was that rage. How she wished she could quell that inescapable rage.
THOUGHT THAT I'D FEEL BETTER
MY V IS FOR VENDETTA
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BORN FROM DARK WATER
[color=#445544]DAUGHTER OF THE RAIN AND SNOW
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