COMING OFF A HIGH // o, bloodlust (tw; gore)

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, WANDERER, COALITION OF THE CONDEMNED, 5 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Although not nearly as bloodthirsty as her father, Aphra did enjoy the thrill of killing someone. Of course, she preferred to do it with poisons, especially the poison from a foxglove, so she didn't get her fur dirty. Blood got everywhere, you know? In her main body, she wanted to keep her pure white fur sparkling and well-kept, so slaughtering and getting blood all over her fur was a no-go. Besides, although The Typhoon identified as a warbound group, they weren't really known for their captures, tortures, or murders, so Aphra never really got the chance to show her true colors.

Not that she minded, of course. Unlike Caesar, Aphra wasn't too keen on killing random people unless they've done something to wrong her personally but for those who enjoyed killing just for the fun of it, she wouldn't judge. She had no reason to. Funnily enough, if she had been able to hear Jormungand's thought on his 'new clanmates' (not that he was gonna be a Wanderer for very long, she imagined), she probably would have laughed. The Coalition's leader was Sojourn, for fuck's sake. There's no way he would've gotten judgement for it.

"You know, Sojourn seems like the type to be artsy in that field." Aphra cooed to Jormungand, looking down at the catches he caught and letting out a rumble in her throat similar to a purr.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]