Butterfly Dreams

WARNING: FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!!!


Bullshit!, Morgana spat. She wasn't stupid. This female had too much spirt to give up information at one little attack. That had been the first mistake the pale female had made, showing her true colours before changing it. There had to be something she was hiding if it was worth lying. Maybe there was going to be an attack on BlackFeather Woods? Who knows? But she would, soon. She nodded to Crescendo, she knew what he had in mind. He always liked to mark his catches, so he would forget the pain he gave them, almost ownership. I'll ask you again, WHO SENT YOU?!, Morgana boomed. But then she thought, what if the female wasn't supposed to be spying, what if she was supposed to be doing something else? What exactly are you supposed to be doing here? What information can you spill for us? Morgana questioned the female. Now answer my questions, Morgana asked nicely; BEFORE I SLIT YOUR THROAT!!!! She belowed well...not so nicely. She would get infotmation from this pale little worm wether or not she had to torture it to death, if that's what it took.