guns for hands

Spectra felt a mixture of emotions because the definition of having a home was definitely painted with a dark shadow from the past. Still, here she stood, happy as a little child with a big, sickening grin from ear to ear. This was her way to step forward, into the future, starting something anew instead of looking over the shoulder into the past. Although her history would always be a part of her, it had shaped her to the core, Spectra would not have it to dictate the future for her.

"I don't shake up dukes." Spectra playfully objected with a jest, "..you better watch it, Sop!" And with that said, she winked within the nature of a light jest. It was then time again to try out this new home. Yawning softly, Spectra exposed her teeth to the world before blinking softly with her eyes. She curled up deeply inside their unfinished den and quickly fell into a deep sleep.