Confused, Outraged Hissing.

Confused, outraged hissing.

This little shit

“Was that necessary??”

Casually chucks a rat. Who said they aren't armed with rodents at any given time??

I go out ONCE in 3 months. Today has been wild as fuck.

So you're a breed of ratsnake. got it.

Run.

Pssst pssst monsterfuckers

Lost the link. Shit happens

men, raise the drawbridge

when you're angry, all your defenses go up. the unfortunate person or thing that managed to piss you off is suddenly talking to a wall. On the inside, you're screaming and crying and cussing them out, but somehow you can't express it. you're blank. emotionless. to anyone's knowledge, you could be zoning out of a lecture. because of this, it's hard to express how you're feeling when the person asks for your thoughts. you've choked your feelings down, and they won't come back up.

The gentle caress made the ebony horse snort and nuzzle further into the now vibrant pink waves of hair, deciding that she liked the girl a lot. Karma's dormant heart twisted at the display, Villám was shy most of the times when meeting with new people, except if she felt something special about them that made her comfortable. What is she doing in hell?

The silent question surfaced again, she didn't act nor looked like deserving damnation. And how the bloody hell did she land in Wrath?

“Thank you.” a small smile at the compliment of her emerald eyed family

She's not going to take her to Pride. Innocence is lost or worse, sold in that place; not something she will allow to happen to this girl. The name caused a strange, strangled noise crawl from her throat, disbelief, utter surprise and confusion.

“WHAT in the FUCK-?”

The usually stoic woman started unblinking at a name she hasn't heard in a century and a half.

"Am I....not suppose to be here?" From Rovéna, surprise me with which verse lmao

What could she say to that?

“Probably not, sweet child.” how old even was she? And why would she end up in Hell, to top it off in the wrong ring. Was Karma supposed to lead this sunshine to the slaughterhouse they called Pride?

“What's your name little one?” her voice calm and melodic, trying to keep the twinge of melancholy out of it. No use in frightening her even more.

The bringer of surprise was Villám who after a short inspection of the girl, nickered and rested her head on the newcomer, as if she had known her for ages.

“And uh, she's my horse.” Karma added with slight disbelief at the displayed behavior from the always careful creature