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/Those with clairvoyance; Tsuyu's aura is a pitt of black, void and empty, with bits of green splashes to signify her decreasing stability. This is a warning beforehand, but you don't really have to worry about it in this thread: She is a serial killer, with Psychotic Tendencies. Her lower body is also crippled.
If one were to explain to Tsuyu what it meant to have true emotions, she wouldn't haven't been able to understand them. She adjusted to every situation, drawing off of the emotions and facial expressions she saw on others to make her way through her lifetime. She had learned to adapt to the situations around her, to make people think she was as innocent as a child should be seen. But they couldn't have been more wrong.
Underneath the shaky smile of a girl, stood a monster. A blood-thirsty, power-lusting monster that would do anything she had to in order to get what she wants. It was disgusting, how one would adapt and change themselves just to get something they want from another person, but it happened. Tsuyu had no sense of mercy when it came to getting what she wanted. If she needed to manipulate others, or kill them, she would do it for the sake of herself.
Some times she didn't even know why she killed people- it was just an urge, a sudden greed to see the blood beneath her paws. Others, it was because something or someone triggered her, and she was stuck there struggling as she tried not to kill the person. She had gotten herself and Jerisdie exiled from the Pitt for going after Stryker. If the lion hadn't shattered her hips as punishment for killing Dabi, she might have been able to take him. She was strong as it was, she would have forced him to submit.
All things should submit to her.
"Father, is this the Rosebloods, ribbit?" Croaked the frog-feline hybrid, her ear twitching as she took in her surroundings. She couldn't smell, so she relied on her hearing and her father to tell her such. She had said she wanted to go here- after he had died and gotten turned, it was much easier. He was destined to live now, he needed blood to survive, and Tsuyu was willing to give her father just that. Blood.
The crippled feline had already forced herself into her child-like mindset to gain the guilt of others around her. She had to pretend, and by the Gods was she good at acting when it came to manipulating people. She leaned her crippled body against the wolf's own, a soft purr leaving her mouth.
Despite her father not showing any emotions, she was still fond of him. After all, he would still do anything for her.
/Those with clairvoyance; Tsuyu's aura is a pitt of black, void and empty, with bits of green splashes to signify her decreasing stability. This is a warning beforehand, but you don't really have to worry about it in this thread: She is a serial killer, with Psychotic Tendencies. Her lower body is also crippled.
If one were to explain to Tsuyu what it meant to have true emotions, she wouldn't haven't been able to understand them. She adjusted to every situation, drawing off of the emotions and facial expressions she saw on others to make her way through her lifetime. She had learned to adapt to the situations around her, to make people think she was as innocent as a child should be seen. But they couldn't have been more wrong.
Underneath the shaky smile of a girl, stood a monster. A blood-thirsty, power-lusting monster that would do anything she had to in order to get what she wants. It was disgusting, how one would adapt and change themselves just to get something they want from another person, but it happened. Tsuyu had no sense of mercy when it came to getting what she wanted. If she needed to manipulate others, or kill them, she would do it for the sake of herself.
Some times she didn't even know why she killed people- it was just an urge, a sudden greed to see the blood beneath her paws. Others, it was because something or someone triggered her, and she was stuck there struggling as she tried not to kill the person. She had gotten herself and Jerisdie exiled from the Pitt for going after Stryker. If the lion hadn't shattered her hips as punishment for killing Dabi, she might have been able to take him. She was strong as it was, she would have forced him to submit.
All things should submit to her.
"Father, is this the Rosebloods, ribbit?" Croaked the frog-feline hybrid, her ear twitching as she took in her surroundings. She couldn't smell, so she relied on her hearing and her father to tell her such. She had said she wanted to go here- after he had died and gotten turned, it was much easier. He was destined to live now, he needed blood to survive, and Tsuyu was willing to give her father just that. Blood.
The crippled feline had already forced herself into her child-like mindset to gain the guilt of others around her. She had to pretend, and by the Gods was she good at acting when it came to manipulating people. She leaned her crippled body against the wolf's own, a soft purr leaving her mouth.
Despite her father not showing any emotions, she was still fond of him. After all, he would still do anything for her.
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