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MALUS
MALUS
Trembling and shaking, another fitful night. An interruption to the words she was speaking to no one at all. A laugh splitting her muzzle wide and her tear streaked face only holding mania. She cared little for theatrics, for false shows of power. She cared for nothing, her heart twisted and mangled like crushed metal. Each beat was agony as she stumbled from her home to the smell of the Typhoon. Yes, joyous was this occasion because she would show them. She would show them the true reason that they should have never come here. Her muzzle was split with a grin, her body jerking, paws pressing heavily against the ground. The earth rumbled, shook, shivered as water was pulled forth. Even as lightning exploded beside her the woman did not even bat an eye. The sudden wave of water split and down the liquid fell changing shape into spears of ice. They twisted and sunk unto the flesh of any NPC that was near her. Typhoon and Coalition alike. Her pain, they would all know it. Blood bathed the ground as the Mad Queen took the stage. "YOU WANT YOUR LITTLE BASTARDS!" She yelled out. A voice mixed with many different emotions but cracking with the pain of a heart that had been ruined.
"HOW ABOUT THIS ONE!? YOU WANT HIM TOO?!" Someone she thought she could trust. Someone she thought she could open up to. Someone she thought would understand her, want her for her. But no, no, no, no, no. It was all a lie, a false pretense. Love was nothing more than a hideous beast lurking to tear her limb from limb. The woman, the startlingly dark yet beautiful coyote made her frozen heart almost thaw. Almost till she looked. She wished she had. never. fucking. looked. For it told her what her cracked mind already had told her. Trust was for fools. Love was never an option. It was fake, a made up game of cat and mouse. She breathed hard as she sapped water from a tree, it withered and bowed and the same water became a noose around Michael's neck. It dragged him across the ground to the blue tinted lioness and she looked at the bobcat, seeing only one thing.
Prey, something to be slaughter and killed. Yet her heart pounded in her chest for the enemy. Someone that had used her. Abused her emotions for those little fumbling fools. "I hope you are happy. I hope this is everything you could have wished for, love." Her voice was a harsh whisper and it probably was everything that he had wanted. What he had set out to accomplish. It almost made her feel sick but then again what could she have expected from the same people that murdered her father and widowed her mother only for that same mother to abandoned them soon after. Her claws gripped the ground, her eyes glossy and lost. The threat of crazed tears loomed but she held them back.
-- not open to attack currently, permission was given to powerplay by stilly
[member=11389]michael t.[/member]
"HOW ABOUT THIS ONE!? YOU WANT HIM TOO?!" Someone she thought she could trust. Someone she thought she could open up to. Someone she thought would understand her, want her for her. But no, no, no, no, no. It was all a lie, a false pretense. Love was nothing more than a hideous beast lurking to tear her limb from limb. The woman, the startlingly dark yet beautiful coyote made her frozen heart almost thaw. Almost till she looked. She wished she had. never. fucking. looked. For it told her what her cracked mind already had told her. Trust was for fools. Love was never an option. It was fake, a made up game of cat and mouse. She breathed hard as she sapped water from a tree, it withered and bowed and the same water became a noose around Michael's neck. It dragged him across the ground to the blue tinted lioness and she looked at the bobcat, seeing only one thing.
Prey, something to be slaughter and killed. Yet her heart pounded in her chest for the enemy. Someone that had used her. Abused her emotions for those little fumbling fools. "I hope you are happy. I hope this is everything you could have wished for, love." Her voice was a harsh whisper and it probably was everything that he had wanted. What he had set out to accomplish. It almost made her feel sick but then again what could she have expected from the same people that murdered her father and widowed her mother only for that same mother to abandoned them soon after. Her claws gripped the ground, her eyes glossy and lost. The threat of crazed tears loomed but she held them back.
-- not open to attack currently, permission was given to powerplay by stilly
[member=11389]michael t.[/member]
[b]KINGPIN — COALITION — 3.5 YEARS
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