Demons Collide
06-17-2014, 07:44 PM
ooc: Behold! Bitch Gossy has been released.
Cure grasped tightly between her teeth Gossamir strode toward her alphas den with her head and tail held high. She had had just about enough of Roman's temper tantrums and hallucinations. Gossamir was a mistress of poison. While a fledgling healer, poisons were her art. And she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the cure they were given was in no way, shape or form going to kill the queen. Hell they'd tried it on everyone else and they were fine. The other packs had equal luck. Crouching at the den door she dropped the herbs and crouched down. She was done screwing around. "Why don't you admit that you hate me?" Venom dripped from her voice in the stickiness of hurt and the sharpness of a blade. "You don't even want me in this pack do you? I spend my whole life learning the art of poison and I can swear on my life on the my mothers life on the life of my great-grandmothers fucking teat that this won't hurt you but nooooo?" She snorted and gave her best glare to the other woman. "You find your own packmate so unworthy?" If kindness and gentleness could not get through to this woman then maybe cruelty could. And if not that? well she had a back up plan. Speaking of where was his furry little butt anyway? Glaciem wolves?. oi. TALK LIKE THIS |