A Mirror Never Lies; I See What They See

N/A · 04-24-2014, 07:04 PM

Cataleya's speech

Kylar's speech

"Thats quite a catch."

Apathetic oculars darted their way up to the sound of a purring voice, one that could be noted as a females. Angered by this, the demonic she-wolf exiled a thundering rumble of a growl. A significant one that certainly did execute her demise, her psychotic entrancement which could lure any victim to promising death by a thousand cuts. That one heated scent that drained into the chamber of her senses, something much more ratchet then what she expected. The female before her was pregnant! Sinister thought to herself, slightly planning a mastermind delusion to scatter these pests and pick them off. Oh the wonders she would do them, a evil grin pulled at her features, reducing to a inhumane chuckle of pure insanity. All she could think about was how she would decapitate them, examining each fragment in their bodies to get to know them by just the way they move -- preparing herself for an attack; if one of the two decided to grow balls and plummet themselves at Sinister without a reasonable conclusion to why she was here and for what purpose.

Staring them down, those rapid depthless nomads of hers were none-the-less, breathtaking and memorizing. It would take a fool to get lost in the emptiness of her pupil-less eye sockets that were crusaded with black circles, making her take that look of an insomniac. Though instead of making herself seem a threat right off the bat, she decided to simmer her nerves down a tad, yet her white walls were still pillared up -- only hoping that no one attacked for the sake of their own pitiful lives. She'd watch each of their body movements with intriguing optics, her crown seemed to tilt to one side -- revealing a fine, deep, and brightly pink scar that published itself from the tip of her shoulder blade to the very end of her entire shoulder. Some would tuck her neck back in, covering up the ugly marking she had received by her father(the one she has been running from for ages now). But that was just not who she was, Sinister would rather wish for you to look her over, from nose to tail tip, finding that not all of her is a sight for soar eyes..

Glimpsing down at her catch, her colossal figure that was shifting with the endless valley of muscles that aligned throughout her entire physique, seeming to crackle and pop from the masses; covering her bottomless pit over the corpse. Her righteous snarls attacked the two with brute force, hinting to them not to take a step closer unless they want to loose a limb. Finding herself beginning to go insane, slowly yet surely, Sinister again tried to ease her tragedies. And once she had, the white femme shook out her pelt until it slightly spiked out, small ears lost in the white sea of fur as they were glued against her skull. She felt her ears twitch, the vibrations of the male's tone of voice soon rung out. He looked as if he were trying to redeem his dominance, but instead he was a mere mouse and Sinister was the cat..

"New to Alacrita little dove?"

Not being one for small talk, the female blinked twice, trying to find the right words to allow ooze from her god forsaken lips. She was always once for crude comments, and that little dove remark pushed her from the edge of the cliff she was trying so hard not to fall from. And to her disbelief, she had, and all her bottled up pain and resentment poured out. The loathing of her words were pure, venomous, and sharp enough to slice through titanium with no effort.

" Who in bloody hell are you calling little dove?! I'd watch what flies out that mouth of yours before it gets you killed.." Oh the pleasures she would have with this one, just thinking of the ways she could kill him. Maybe she'd skin him alive, hang him on a tree by his intestines.. Ooh, maybe she'd even give into consideration the idea of decapitating him, open him up and wear his still-beating heart as an amulet. Ah, how lovely, the sociopathic acts of a serial killer. the troubles she will have in the near future with these two, her devious mind will put her on the brink of death -- but whoever said she was afraid of dying. Hell, death is afraid of her, from counting how many times she should have withered over and died throughout her life something always seems to prevail her from passing over. Which puts her in this position, with two unknown wolves who seem as though they have the worlds in their paws and they are the puppet master of our strings..

Walk,"Talk", Think

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