03-23-2020, 09:40 PM
[div style="font-family: impact; font-size: 38pt; color: white; text-shadow: 1px 1px black, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px black, -1px -1px black; position: absolute; margin-top: -36px; max-width: 625px; text-align: center;"]SWEENEY CALLAHAN FALLOUT
[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #fff; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: #000; overflow: auto; padding: 6%; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 17px; border: #000 solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 1px; "]As much as Mercede liked to pretend she was all there and all high and mighty over her siblings, the constant outbursts of the other was much to behold in regards to the opposite. Although they each had their own little quirks, at least Sweeney didn't burst out and boss people around as much as her sister did. Though she couldn't help but think about the words the other vixen were speaking, and wholeheartedly agree with them. "Mercede is right! He doesn't belong here, and shouldn't leave alive. I'm tired of others stepping on our turf!" She was tired of a lot of things, really.Tired of the way the Pitt was walked on. Tired of the way the stinky swamp ones bossed them around. It wasn't fair, they didn't do anything except be the best! "Teach the fishy smelling animals to leave us alone!" She'd finally speak out, ears pinning to her head as she stood by her sister's side.