hungry for power

She chuffed in annoyance. She didn't want to be out-foxed in her own game. The mind games. She always won in those, so she would keep acting bitchy as she always did.

"Wish I could, but I was going to do something. But even if I had the time...." she yawned to show her glinting sharp fangs, "I don't think you would want to turn your back on me."

The Moon Child had a bad habit of seeing blood. She loved to see someone broken and frail underneath her body. She loved to see it bleeding. It was a twisted thing she yearned to see. But you couldn't blame her, she was trained to have a wicked and sadistic mind. "But you have to see, I like to carve out my own rules. I don't listen to anyone except her Majesty and the Brotherhood." She looked away and said, "Well, some I could do without. But that's not your concern."