Porcupine Ridge redbull

Agh She scoffed, unveiled disdain on her voice, she was but a ticking bomb waiting to blow, her crooked tail thrashed as all came bubbling to the surface. I want to heal! To be important! I want to have my way with the world, make it my bitch. She sneered, tongue drifting over needle-sharp canines.

She could not have vengeance, so instead she would seek for pure wrath, on the deserving or undeserving, it didn't matter. It would make her feel good, it would make that hole where her heart should have been stop eating away at every piece of her, addling her sick mind even worse worse worse worse. Her jaws quivered.

That's what I want. She huffed finally and sat down with a thump, slicked back scrappy fur to a figure of calm unbefitting of her.