Alouette

The woman stopped her steps right in front of Ravage. Her blue eyes not leaving those sunny optics. She listened to her friend as she agreed and went on about how kills just get better. Klem studied each facial expression, each tone of voice. The lighter wolf memorized the smile and then attempted to reenact it. Due to the fact she did not understand the concept of emotion, she just understood the concept of mental pleasure. To kill brought pleasure. To think about such gave her pleasure, which brought her to smile. But, to smile from happiness was not something she had ever experienced. The girl lacked real emotion like a real person. She was a complete sociopath. Her lips curled into a forced smile, making her look horribly creepy. She then frowned, then smiled, then frowned. The girl stopped, leaving an itching grin across her lips. The woman giggled and rolled her shoulders. "The destruction of a soul is a beautiful thing." The girl spoke so freely of death. It was a normal to her. Everything she did was normal. Because she did not care. "Ravage is a killer?" Klemmy tilted her head and looked back up to the ebony beauty.