Shaking her head, she lifted what was left of the corners of her lips in a smile. "You dont belong here either, Atticus. Unless you finally stopped going back and forth between two groups and chose the weaker one." her laugh was more of a cough, and when she did, blood dripped past her teeth and onto the ground. Her smile became a snarl and she hunched over, a lone bolt of lightning expanding beside her and vanishing.
"SPEECH"
— Reggan
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KOLD DARCIA DI ANGELO
[glow=#000,2,300]KOLD — FEMALE — WOLF/ROTTWEILER — THE PITT — [glow=#000,2,300]TAGS[/glow]