Leave. It was a simple command, a demand, but still she would not listen. Finally turning to Firefly, lips peeled back in a nearly demonic grin, she tilted her head. Truly, she was sick, unhinged. "Sure, I'll leave." She spoke, and then broke the stillness as she lunged at Atticus, jaws open in an attempt to clamp down on his back. A jolt of electricity scattered from her side, sporadically trying to hit Firefly. Even if the bolt were to hit, the charge was weak as most of her attention and power was focused on Atticus at the moment.
Yeah, she'd leave. Once she bothered these two tanglers more.
— 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]