Lips Are Movin'
11-20-2014, 04:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-30-2014, 10:14 AM by Anzhelika.)
She would chuckle softly to the white lady in front of her, finding amusement whenever her little temper would crackle like a flame. Oh, but Anzhelika was a fire. One that could destroy everything in her path.. So easily, so easily. "I didn't want to eat your grandmother, sweet Little Red," she would clear her throat, gaze of amethyst and gold gazing down upon the fae. "What does peak my curiosity, is, who runs the pack?" Her voice would be holding a curious edge to it, the girl's train of thought flowing away from the conversation. Perhaps this pack of Regium would take her in and hold her a rank higher and much more worthy than in her previous pack Of Abaven. She didn't blame it on Bass, Azat Of Abaven, No. She blamed it on that.. Bitch Venus, for stealing her possible spot in the throne. |
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Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!