Standing at the Edge of the World

A unwanted for loss, a defeat Imperia wasnt forseen when she saw her cousin fight the piarte bitch, who managed to get the upper paw with the Mendacium Matriarch and the bitches last words, calling Manea a loser echoed through her brain, making a unhealthy wish to see her guts spattered across the soil grew with each moment she allowed those words sound in her skull. Oh how she wished to rip their throats, to make them beg for forgiveness, for a forgiveness she would never hand to no one, not even to family she ever showed kindness.

She wandered not too far from where the two love birds denned, and as the purple female called she answered. Cold, emotionless eyes lurking into the place where a few faces , some known and others not so much. Manea and her mate, Poe and some more. Sitting a bit far from the rest she looked at Manea hopping she would spit her reasons for their gathering.

"speak."| "You"