A WOMAN ;; PREDATOR. A WOMAN ;; FEARED. perhaps, she enjoyed this personal defamation of character ( you do, you do ). diamond, cold to the touch, but skin, ever frozen. biting chill, her aura, deadly and inviting. the only warmth in her, a blue fire on the tip of her tongue, blazing words with no care for who they burned. cape encircled, brushing the endless miles of bare skin that her suit allowed. for a minute, amongst the hell raised and the chaos around them, all that echoed off the buildings was the click of her stilettos against the concrete. expression, unreadable. stride, threateningly slow. a panther, ready to deal the killing blow.
–––––––– ❛ well dear, if you and your avengers were going for big fucking mess, i’d say you’ve done a splendid job. ❜ she usually did not care for their exploits -- their high and mighty, holier than thou attitudes. but today she had watched, breath crawling against the glass of her office as they plundered the streets below her hellfire kingdom. annoyance had torn through her, a tornado that had now picked its victim.
// starter. @blastsvenom
