Insanity
Gun, murder, laughter.
She is of strong mind, she is of a stoic nature. Her veins hold the blood of centuries past ancestors, and at this very moment. An old spirit had awoken.
And snapped her psyche.
The laughter coming from the womans chest was unnatural, it was guttural, laced with a bloodlust never known to her. Control was always her rock, something she couldn't live without. She commanded, ruled, most of all with a tactic behind it. A mind unmatched to that of a simple savage.
She stood over a bloody corpse, gun in hand. Her smile baring teeth, head tilted down and eyes shut tight as she held her stomach. Laughing, and bringing chills to the staff as it bounded off every empty concrete wall. Terror, loss. What were they to do? Their leader was under an attack foreign to them, and they were afraid they wouldn't be able to save her.
Her mind reeled, attempting to grasp onto any sort of anchor as she stood before her people. The sight of a familiar woman approaching brought a sort of ground. But not nearly enough.
"Rhi! I never thought I would say this, but I think your way of doing things just might be better!" She complimented. A crazed and painful expression taking her over as she took a step towards Rhi.
@savage-rhi
