Boartusk Heights Combat baby

Of course, here came her wretched sister to ruin her day further.

Shut up Val! the girl whipped around, tail thrashing. She had nothing to say in regards to the jab at her appearance; perhaps by some deep-seeded dislike of it herself. Stained. Comparison the thief of joy, and all that. Here stood the prettiest of the batch, heckling her. God she couldn't stand having sisters.

She quickly hid the tears from her eyes, evaporated by the sheer unbridled fiery rage that seemed to always haunt the second daughter. Vincent's stupid- I beat him up.