02-23-2021, 11:29 PM
"Something stinks of the Typhoon." Her voice upon her entrance was not musically inclined. Instead it was cold and unyielding. Filled with malice and hatred that burned. She held nothing fond of the Typhoon, probably never would. They had unwound what the Coalition had done and she hated them for it. They had taken her father away from them and they felt no sympathy for it. They were just as bad as themselves. Willing to tear families apart to save themselves. What the Coalition had done she saw nothing wrong with. The group was saving themselves, saving their children and their families. But she supposed it would always be an eye for an eye. Death over and over again. What fun. The lioness walked forth with her tail swaying back and forth, careful and calculative stare almost unnerving as she focused on the collapsed form upon her territory. As if she wanted it here. Her claws flexed slowly for a moment before she sneered, wanting to tear them down the Typhoon members flesh.
Create a lasting reminder of who she was. Who she had been. "Get it out of here. Throw it in the ocean or escort it back to the hell it came from. I don't care what you do but I want it out of my sight." The Kingpin suddenly snapped as she whipped around and way from the child. There was no sympathy. She played with kids and tore into them. She would have none here.
Create a lasting reminder of who she was. Who she had been. "Get it out of here. Throw it in the ocean or escort it back to the hell it came from. I don't care what you do but I want it out of my sight." The Kingpin suddenly snapped as she whipped around and way from the child. There was no sympathy. She played with kids and tore into them. She would have none here.