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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
The Pitt lived for violence – the healer knew that before joining, and none of their atrocious acts surprised her. From the shitstorm of a raid on Sunhaven to burning down the Typhoon’s territory, she took part with murderous glee. Ninazu went months without consequence for her killing lust, but that ended recently. And she found she despised feeling vulnerable, as the capture and torture at the hands of a Roseblood hound forced her to feel.
The consultation prize of this lioness body only fanned the flames of her anger, rather than soothing her – how pathetic of her to jump from a defensively useless body to this brawler, only to slink away in the shadows? She stood head and shoulders above the pathetic likes of the Rosebloods; how dare one of them rip into her, as though she were no better than the meatbags she played with.
Fuming, the tawny lioness stepped into Stryker’s temple. Her pawprints left steaming puffs rising from the sands, the red and orange flames of her mane licking erratically against her fur. “STRYKER!” she called – no, roared, as she failed to control her anger in this new body. Ninazu’s usual frosty exterior melted in the wake of her wrath, golden eyes alight. “The Rosebloods pissed me off, and we’ve sat on our asses for too long. Let’s wake up the damn group by beating their asses.” She always went for the throat of an issue, and her rage only exacerbated that tendency of hers.
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]
The consultation prize of this lioness body only fanned the flames of her anger, rather than soothing her – how pathetic of her to jump from a defensively useless body to this brawler, only to slink away in the shadows? She stood head and shoulders above the pathetic likes of the Rosebloods; how dare one of them rip into her, as though she were no better than the meatbags she played with.
Fuming, the tawny lioness stepped into Stryker’s temple. Her pawprints left steaming puffs rising from the sands, the red and orange flames of her mane licking erratically against her fur. “STRYKER!” she called – no, roared, as she failed to control her anger in this new body. Ninazu’s usual frosty exterior melted in the wake of her wrath, golden eyes alight. “The Rosebloods pissed me off, and we’ve sat on our asses for too long. Let’s wake up the damn group by beating their asses.” She always went for the throat of an issue, and her rage only exacerbated that tendency of hers.
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]
WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS