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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 127px; width: 280px; border-left: 4px solid white; border-right: 4px solid white; border-radius: 1000px; margin-top: -13px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 120px; width: 170px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=gray]She had still been grieving over her mother, and the shock of Casino coming back has sent her emotions in a disastrous tornado of confusion. Was she supposed to be happy? Or sad? She had lost her mother, leaving her without any parents, but her husband, and father to her children, had come back from the dead miraculously.
It confused her and irritated her. And when those two things combined, only one thing comes out. And that thing would be her second persona Lilith. Almost everyone knows who she is, and to those that don't, it's her second (evil and murderous) persona.
She had blacked out in the forest, or at least she felt like she had blacked out. But no, she had just switched personalities right then and there without warning. She had turned into Lilith again and didn't know it. She thought she was dreaming or sleeping.
So Lilith is back and seems to want to have some fun. She smelled prey on the breeze and looked around for it. Rabbit is what she smelled, and she wanted to sink her claws into it and end its pathetic life. Since killing members seems frowned upon here, she needs to kit be happy with the prey around her.
And soon enough, she had caught that rabbit that had been scented only moments ago. But she didn't kill it, she only dug her claws into its fur and listened to it's little screams as she slowly and gingerly tortured it. Blood filling her scent glands and making her chuckle as she saw the terror in the rabbits stupid eyes and smelled the fear like it was perfume to her. Her paws were soaked with it blood after a little while, but she still didn't want to kill it. Maybe she'd keep it as a pet and heal it before torturing it all over again?
Oh that would be fun...
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[/fancypost][color=transparent][c]Mystyeria , #mystyfancy