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//I can see Flora falling for this chick hard xD Your muse kills me. I must match it. Hear gooooes nothing lol
Walking. That was why she was even out here at all. She needed to get away from the others. Well, mainly one other. Deathstroke was haunting her dreams, as he always had sense the day they met. She needed a moment to make a choice on her life. To ether hate him once more, or love him again. And let's be honest, she didn't want to do ether.
Running away wasn't an option, after all. No, he would hunt her down like before. He was ruthless when it came to her. She remembered the exiles and how he was with her there. How she had lay with him against all her will. She remembered Radicalclan, where he had killed her son. Brought the head of her mute child to her. The expression on his face was horrible. It had enraged her to the point she had lashed out at him.
To the point he had gotten the best of her. To the point he had been able to stab her left eye out. Made her like him, only she wasn't like him. She had a soul deep down under all that ice. She had a heart in there somewhere. She knew it was fate that kept dragging them together.
And boy did she hate fate. Oh did she hate living with him as a shadow. Hos she wished he would just let her be. Yet, she knew that was not in his nature. It had never been in his nature. He wasn't one to let live and let forget. No, he was the one to hunt and kill. Torture emotionally and physically.
The brute would never be her past, but always be in her future. "Fuck it, I'm doomed." She muttered as she trotted along at a relaxed pace. Only to spot something unusual. As the needle flew past her face, missing her by a few inches, she found her eyes on Sel.
She stopped midstep and watched the female a moment. Before long, the mouse was tossed to the side. Her gaze never left the female. Watching her s she seemed to stand there watching the seagulls. What had she done? Why? It wasn't for a reason. None of it was. But she had done things without reason. She was an assassin after all. A killer.
So, she wouldn't question it. No she decided to play dumb for the moment. To let the female have her kill in peace. She simply trotted over, paws still silent. Moving over to sit a few feet away before speaking. "Sel, was it? How are you?"
She seemed to ignore what she had seen.
//I can not match it but I tried 
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BASIC INFORMATION
[li]flora flamincato | flora | female [/li]
[li]bisexual[/li]
[li]12 moons physically | ages real time[/li]
[li]the skulls[/li]
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RELATIONS
[li]single[/li]
[li]npc x npc | gen 1 [/li]
[li]to many kids to list[/li]
[li]related to most other family trees[/li]
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INTERACTION/BATTLE
[li]address with name in bold yellow [/li]
[li]attack in underlined yellow[/li]
[li]may power play harmless things like hugs or healing[/li]
[li]tackle hugs are to be in bold orange[/li]
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OTHER
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