❝ＧＯＤ＇Ｓ ＢＵＳＹ． ＣＡＮ Ｉ ＨＥＬＰ ＹＯＵ？❞ ★ p, caledon [spar]

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    ———— SILVERHAZE ————

    i'm a villainous winner. with precision i'm killing ★

    There was something sinister, and predominantly erotic about bloodshed, perhaps it was the way it slowly made it's way through a thick coat of fur? Maybe it was just the way the secret seemed to bait out the worst intentions an individual could have? It mattered not, the blood was coursing through her veins and was acting as a constant reminder that here within this same area with her was a cat that would and could butcher others just as well if not better than she. A cat she'll have to obtain for herself. The promise of fight drew Silverhaze in like a moth to flame. How could she resist? The air smelled of a storm when she awoke this morning. That didn't bother her one bit, in fact it gave her more of a reason to call forth the previous King. With the winter creating bad storms she could train in them and in the snow and ice that already covered the ground. She made for the battlefield after she got a light meal of a rabbit and had thoroughly disturbed the little white things. It was afternoon by the time she got there. Snow clotted in her silver fur and fell in sheets as thunder and lightning burst overhead.


    ooc; this is shit, my daughter woke up while writing this so i had to finish it here x.x sorry hun CALEDON.  


    "Speech."