Separation Anxiety

Banshee listened to the venomous tones of her pale sibling. Blue eyes searched the ravenous pink gaze and saw nothing but distaste beneath the surface. It was hard for any of Hannibal's offspring to take what he had to say seriously when so much had happened. How could they hear his apologetic words and be able to accept them? Banshee could say she'd never forgive her once Father and it was time to move on. The last time he abandoned them she had wound up in a very horrible situation, mentally and physically. She would not allow the cruel man to tamper with her, or any of her siblings, well being ever again.

A nod was offered before a long sigh. "I say we move on from Hannibal, sister. Let us prove that we are greater then that ghoul." With a wrinkle of her nose Banshee attempted to sweep the venom under the rug and allow her thoughts to traverse a more positive path. "On a lighter note, I think I have a.. crush on someone." Banshee squinted at her own folly, "A boy from Risen."