06-13-2020, 06:00 PM
She spoke fibbery, seldom the truth. When she indeed spoke, her words were honey-sweet and suave.
A product of a diabolic madman and his perverted bedmate, Noor Callahan embodied chaos in a contained environment. Equipped with an unfettered disdain for moral principles, the cross fox let not a system as feeble as 'rules' stand in her way of accomplishing her goals. The only instance in which she'd willingly abide by a location's laws is in the case of personal gain coming out of it; being a good little Pittian allowed her to claim the group as a sanctuary. In reality, though, the Pitt hadn't a special place in her warped heart - nor did family, friends, or miscellaneous loved ones.
It wasn't that the tyke disliked such concepts; she simply didn't understand them. Comprehending the mentalities of those around her was a gesture far out of her element. In other words, the vulpine's mind merely wasn't wired in a way that recognized others' sentiments and emotions. To her, nobody truly cared - they were all like her, and only really valued themselves. They were all actors. And, Noor, she was an actor too. Quite the actor, too. She learned that, if you act in a method that pleased others, you were more likely to get what you desire. This was known as flattery, and in order to take advantage of this tactic, she had to drop her previous nihilistic outlook on life, and adopt one consisting of constant (false) manners and (phony) kindness.
The old Noor was out, and the new Noor was in. Goodbye bullying, harassment, and vexation. Hello 'please's, 'thank you's, and manipulation.
Over the recent months, the brat began keeping to herself. Following the discovery of her new tactic, she understood that it was impossible for her to go directly from a rascal to a beacon of graciousness. Thus, she basically went into hiding for approximately two months, staying within the confines of her home, refusing to communicate with her siblings - even when an attempt to establish a conversation was made. The lack of any parents killed off any potential instance of the child learning proper civilities. Instead, the two month-long period of venomous thoughts festering within her mind sent her down an inalterable path of life.
What drove her out of her inactivity was the tremors. As soon as the ground began shaking, the femme made an unsteady beeline for the territory's boundary. Today, she returns. Leery pawsteps conveyed her figure - which had grown a fair amount in the span of two months - into the desert. Before, she'd display her blatant disgust for all to see through a grimace. However, she learned to mask that. Despite hating the surrounding region in its entirety, Noor wore an expression that sang of happiness. Hopefully a Pittian or three would have the misfortune of stumbling upon her on this day. She direly yearned to test out a few of the schemes she'd picked up.
A product of a diabolic madman and his perverted bedmate, Noor Callahan embodied chaos in a contained environment. Equipped with an unfettered disdain for moral principles, the cross fox let not a system as feeble as 'rules' stand in her way of accomplishing her goals. The only instance in which she'd willingly abide by a location's laws is in the case of personal gain coming out of it; being a good little Pittian allowed her to claim the group as a sanctuary. In reality, though, the Pitt hadn't a special place in her warped heart - nor did family, friends, or miscellaneous loved ones.
It wasn't that the tyke disliked such concepts; she simply didn't understand them. Comprehending the mentalities of those around her was a gesture far out of her element. In other words, the vulpine's mind merely wasn't wired in a way that recognized others' sentiments and emotions. To her, nobody truly cared - they were all like her, and only really valued themselves. They were all actors. And, Noor, she was an actor too. Quite the actor, too. She learned that, if you act in a method that pleased others, you were more likely to get what you desire. This was known as flattery, and in order to take advantage of this tactic, she had to drop her previous nihilistic outlook on life, and adopt one consisting of constant (false) manners and (phony) kindness.
The old Noor was out, and the new Noor was in. Goodbye bullying, harassment, and vexation. Hello 'please's, 'thank you's, and manipulation.
Over the recent months, the brat began keeping to herself. Following the discovery of her new tactic, she understood that it was impossible for her to go directly from a rascal to a beacon of graciousness. Thus, she basically went into hiding for approximately two months, staying within the confines of her home, refusing to communicate with her siblings - even when an attempt to establish a conversation was made. The lack of any parents killed off any potential instance of the child learning proper civilities. Instead, the two month-long period of venomous thoughts festering within her mind sent her down an inalterable path of life.
What drove her out of her inactivity was the tremors. As soon as the ground began shaking, the femme made an unsteady beeline for the territory's boundary. Today, she returns. Leery pawsteps conveyed her figure - which had grown a fair amount in the span of two months - into the desert. Before, she'd display her blatant disgust for all to see through a grimace. However, she learned to mask that. Despite hating the surrounding region in its entirety, Noor wore an expression that sang of happiness. Hopefully a Pittian or three would have the misfortune of stumbling upon her on this day. She direly yearned to test out a few of the schemes she'd picked up.