08-14-2019, 03:20 PM
Vathmos felt she was above Machievelli. In her mind, it was the higher ups of the clan, followed by the regular members. Amoung the regular membes, it was whoever was stronger or joined earlier. She could totally rip this dog to shreds. Mac didn't seem adjusted to himself, and less ferocious than her.
"No." She looked behind her. There was bowl for water but that was about it. "A bath?"
"No." She looked behind her. There was bowl for water but that was about it. "A bath?"
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━