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Chasity Chance Cipher[the cartel - member- immortal][color=lightblue]
chasity was use to her environment. she didn't know anything else, and she liked it that way. for who knew how long, everything around her had been the same. yet that all suddenly changed. suddenly the warmth around her had been ripped away, and unknowingly to her - she was the third of her litter to be born. but that didn't matter. it wouldn't ever matter. all that mattered to her at the moment was the fact that whatever mysterious force working against her, had ripped her from her former glory of a warm home.
and she damn sure didn't like it.
and it could only get worse from there. something moist dare to touch her. whatever that force was touched HER with it's MOIST THING and then forced her closer to it. warmth was around her again despite her growing agitation at being birthed and cleaned. things seemed to be looking up for Chasity - and then she felt other things moving next to her. all of them trying to get closer to her source at warmth.
and she daammmnn sure didn't like that. at once, the young little cipher twin began to try and fight those next to her. this thing that was a source of warmth was hers. hers. hers. hers. and ONLY hers. and she didn't want to share. she didn't like whatever the source of warmth was - since it TOUCH HER with it's moist WEAPON
BUT. it was warm. and if the things next to her wanted it, then she wanted it too.