Get Down with the Sickness

*Weth* · 02-01-2014, 02:18 PM

Her eldest brother snapped at them all, demanding they all shut up and behave. When he growled at her to leave the runt alone, she huffed and rolled her eyes. "You don't control me, cripple." She growled under her breath, directing a glare at the dark furred man. They might share a secret between the two of them, but that did not make him her master or anything. When he attempted to stand and all but passed out again, his admittance that he needed help brought a smug grin to curve up the dark lips of the ebony bitch. There's your karma, you dickhead. She thought to herself with dark mirth, enjoying the scene before her immensely. As Baldur fled in a huff of irritation, she grinned. She was causing all kinds of mischief lately, and it was wondrous. No sooner than the alabaster male had left, then Akemi got all crushed and fled the scene on the brink of tears. The obsidian temptress would laugh, her cruel grin widening a bit.

Loki attempted to aid the dark behemoth in standing, but being a vain as he was, he insisted on taking the side of him that wasn't oozing pus and infectious liquids. A yawn left the maw of the dame, stretching wide her dark jaws and allowing ash to fall into her mouth. Screwing up her face in disgust, she coughed and spat it out, shaking her ebony cranium. Then her least favourite sibling made their appearance, the ever so perfect Freyja stepping into the mines like she fucking owned everything. Why had mother loved her so much? It was ridiculous, she hadn't even been the woman's daughter, and she had still preferred her to Weth. She growled in disdain as the gold and ivory coated she wolf made an observation of their current situation. The slight sneer directed at her and Loki made a snarl of pure hatred creep onto her face. When the newcomer made the mistake of ordering them around like she was Queen of the fucking world the dark furred dame stood. "Don't fucking order them around, you just fucking got here." She spat, malicious rage and pure venom spewing from her regal jaws. Her sister had no fucking right to tell anyone what to do, she was no better than the rest of them.

The chocolate coated dame who made an appearance next forced a huff of aggravation to escape her jaws. All these sisters suddenly making an appearance and acting all haughty, like they were the shit. She stalked away from the entrance, sitting in a collection of shadows to watch what happened. Thor's sarcastic comment on her plan made her roll her eyes. "It's a hell of a lot smarter than dragging him out into the cloud of ash where his wounds will only get worse." She growled, voice oozing sarcasm and irritation. She was not happy being here, there was only so much of her family that she could handle at one time, and she was well past her limit. As Thor insisted on trying to prove himself to Eyfura, she rolled her eyes again, unimpressed with everyone here. When he directed his sarcasm at Freyja, a grin was seen from the dame, the faint light glinting off of her fangs in the dark. She chuckled, tail tip flicking in a bemused manner. Her moods could flash into and out of view faster than one could think, and this was a perfect example of it. She watched them with glowing evergreen and mauve optics, intrigued to see how volatile it could become now. Maybe I'll just stick to the back for now, let them sort it out themselves. She would muse internally, deciding that she was not helping very much with an attitude like this. So she sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the show that would unfold.

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