Noctisardor Bypass all the other kids with the pumped up kicks

her grin was like a panther's, easy, calculating, echoing with endless mirth at the situation, mirth that seemed to have no place here. "Come, Mawk. Don't be so uptight" she offered, moving with a dangerous grace to her feet, so out of place for one who had pretended to be a clumsy, dumb, young girl for so long. but she was sick, simply so sick, of pretending. her ears flicked, the movement of her form as she settled on her paws was serpentine, dangerous. 

her frown came to echo his, and she offered a sigh. "You see, explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You can pick it apart to understand it, but by then, it'll be dead."  she offered a light shrug, fixing her umber gaze on him, dragging her gaze across him briefly, as if evaluating. she watched him still, muzzle wet with blood, forelimb splattered with it, and other questionable body bits. there was quiet arrogance in her stance, the submissive little thing she had been now gone.