HELD IN YOUR HAND THE SMOKING GUN / birth + 1k posts

[MARINA]

Once coated in Aphra’s blood, the outcome of others followed. Some were screaming, two others were following in suit. Samantha’s yelling bothered her obviously, as Marina’s head whipped towards the doberman  quickly afterwards. Despite her frustration, she held her tongue. She kept her tearful gaze entwined with Samantha’s as she spoke lowly, only acknowledging her with a huff afterwards. If these were Sam’s children, then perhaps she would understand, but they weren’t (biologically, at least). Surely Samantha would of acted the same in her position. To say she wouldn’t would be a disgraceful lie. At least Marina thought so.

Thankfully, contrary to popular belief, Goldenluxury had also rightfully acted out against Aphra. It made Marina feel justified in her actions. Roxanne’s follow up only confirmed her confidence. Nevertheless, those who wanted to say otherwise pursued. “I am a grievin’ mother to my child,” the jaguar tried to explain as calmly as possible to Hushsound. Her voice couldn’t help but have a tone of rage. “And I will be here to assist as needed.” That included round two of the fight. Despite being rather serene, Marina wished for Aphra to remain put so she could lash the domestic feline a few more times.

Once again, Aphra spoke. The jaguar’s maw peeled back to reveal her teeth again. She vehemently growled, giving the feline one last morning. It seemed like the disdainful Typhooner got the message. Thankfully, before Marina could make another move (though not as violent as before), Aphra wandered off with a trail of blood and beads in suit.

With no more to say, the large feline resorted back to the other side of Goldenluxury. She lied back down with her head in her paws and facing her four children. Nothing was said. All she wanted was silence.