" It's too late for regrets. "
TORTURE SENTENCE STARTERS
“Regrets? No...” A condescending sneer plays around the hemomancer’s lips. “I have none. Is this your way of moving past your ... faults?”




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" It's too late for regrets. "
TORTURE SENTENCE STARTERS
“Regrets? No...” A condescending sneer plays around the hemomancer’s lips. “I have none. Is this your way of moving past your ... faults?”
nowibite said: “ Careful Kat , Garen might be hiding there. ”
Kata looks back at the bush. “Oh no...”
" What's the matter with all that pink?! "
Casting a quick glance at her getup, she questions, “What do you mean?”
Errand Gone Wrong
Edelweiss stood outside the estate, staring over at the garden, a confused expression on his face. He glanced around again. This.. couldn’t be right. He dug through his bag again, the viles he had inside clanking around, then pulled a small piece of paper from its confines. He read over it again.
Snake venom was a hard to find ingredient nowadays, since he wasn’t surrounded by them in a jungle anymore. He had been off hand complaining about it to one of his neighbors.. who then offered him advice, giving him directions and promising he could get some here.
But this was a nobles property. He was sure he’d read the directions right.. Perhaps he hadn’t gone far enough? There was movement in his peripheral, causing him to raise his head. He saw a figure and called out before fully recognizing them. “Hello, um, do you gave a minute? I think I am lost..”
nowibite
" Have you still not slept? "
“Kat..ah no, you’re,” Riven held her head and sighed. Rubbing her eyes the exile groaned in frustration and agony, “What’s going on?”
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“You technically brought this on yourself didn’t you?”
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Send ♙ for everything my muse has ever thought about yours.
First meeting [before her transformation]:
A DuCouteau. Of course you are.
Seeing her after her transformation:
What a s u i t i n g form for such a manipulative woman. Her strength is impressive at least, and the changes have been good to her, though the snake skin is something I would not prefer.
" Hoe don't do it "
Playing a game of chicken with cars
“Hey Cass, let’s play chicken.” Fiora said simply as she pushed her in one car, quickly getting into one of her own. “Okay, you know the rules, first one to swerve buys lunch.” Fiora said over the radio, as she took her car into the designated position.