It's always cold up in the north
10-17-2013, 03:42 AM
She hummed to herself, sliding across the ice like it was some sort of game, and it was fun too. Displacing all her thoughts, the woman was utterly out of her mind and a giant beast at that. With a scar curling around both sides of her face in the form of a smile, it was a sick sense of humor her father had when she was younger. Ryouta was having fun, until someone caught her eye, there was a male laying there. He smelt of Glaciem, the alliance made them friends, maybe he wanted to play. But it wasn't like she could kill him, that would be bad. "Does someone like you always lay yourself out to be rotted meat?" She chuckled deep within her throat. Eyes starring straight at the black male, he looked injured too. Oh he looked so pretty with those wounds there. She wondered if they would last forever like his scars. It looked like he had been beaten, but she couldn't assume, nor did she care. Speech, |