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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Unusual for her, the lioness failed to respond with a quip to Stryker’s flirtations – she felt too much rage churning away in her head, frustration at her cascade of failures and the lingering feelings of vulnerability that came from torture. “Thank you, I stole this thing from some idiot Roseblood whose bricks for brains and shit-stain of a soul didn’t deserve this powerful of a body,” she grumbled in response, ears flicking back. “Damn bastard that captured me tortured and killed the sand cat body I dragged myself around in. Can’t say I don’t like the upgrade, though.” Her anger colored her voice and how she spoke – her incoherent ramble was made worse by how quickly she shot out the words.

Gold eyes narrowed as she drew her front paw through the sand, flames smoldering before dying in the suffocating particles. The rage burned inside of her, hotter than any flame she could ever produce, and this talking made her simultaneously angrier and calmer – angry that she wasn’t taking action, calm from the venting, and thus an odd equilibrium struck it out in her mind. “The Rosebloods just moved to a new territory. Most of their members appear clueless to how powers work – the assaholic bitch that tortured me asked shitty questions about how I controlled my elemental abilities, if you can believe that. He fucking captured me and sticks a knife in my gut, only to ask me some shit-tier question anyone with half a brain and a dollop of magical experience could answer,” she continued, her plans for an attack getting mucked up by the anger. “Next time I see him, he’s dead. Ass-eating fucker probably wouldn’t expect me to come back and kill him, moronic piece of shit.”

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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