girl with the mouth of a wolf

@rcisedbywolves sent:  [MSG:] Can you pick me up? The threeway turned into a twoway while I sit here alone in the corner…

[ text >> ✉️ >> little one ] —— where are you? [ text >> ✉️ >> little one ] —— and… i can’t fucking believe im saying this, but i thought you had more game than that??

[ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: moira? [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: hello, dear. [ text → ✉ → M. NATCHIOS. ]: you are doing quite well. i am proud of you. 

[ text → ✉ → @rcisedbywolves ]: good evening, moira. [ text → ✉ → MOIRA NATCHIOS ]: i was cleaning the training room when i discovered some of your misplaced knives. [ text → ✉ → MOIRA NATCHIOS ]: if you would like, i can come by and return them to you.

“what the…what?!” she replied, watching as the other spit the candybar out. “that… that is food… it’s candy. everyone loves candy…”

How was she supposed to answer that? There really was no right answer. oira was right in her assumption, there were plenty of things about bruce Wayne that adella disagreed with, and yet that wasn’t to say that she didn’t care for him in her own twisted way. “we have our differences,” she admits, mind taken up by the feeling of her hands on her hips, her thumbs tracing slow patterns. she let moira ground her, the focus falling on her rather than anything else. she leans into the other’s touch, aware that the other people in the room were most likely looking towards them. “oh are you?” she asks teasingly doing her best to hide the way moira seemed to already have her wrapped around her little finger. “i don’t know… i’d love to be back in my dorm right now… i guess you’ll just have to keep me entertained,” challenging moira seemed to be the best way to keep her attention on her.

there are a hundred different things she could have called bruce in that moment, but given their current company she decides to keep her words sterile. “my father,” she answers her attention turning to the other. it probably wasn’t the best to try and keep the other in such a small space but it wasn’t as if they had many options. addie was simply glad that moira seemed to be playing nice for the most part, though she wasn’t exactly certain how long that would really last. “oh can you?” she replies playfully reaching out for the other in the dark. she giggles slightly before pulling the other closer.  “i’m sorry… focus on me yeah? forget everyone else,”

「﹠· • @rcisedbywolves.  」⋮

she’s perched atop a table  .  elegant  ,  feline body arching in a stretch  ,  glowing eyes scanning the vicinity with a newfound enhanced vision  .  the world’s quite larger and the sounds and scents are different but reine pays no attention to anything but the sights  ,  committing them to memory for her undeniable return to human form  .  the sharpened tips of retracted claws scrape metal as she pounces atop a windowsill  ,  unamused with the latency of the group’s current situation  ,  until    ───

moira  ?  

the quadruped covers the distance with much more agility than her human form would  ,  it’s nimble enough to even scamper up the girl’s arm and perch on her shoulder  .  for a moment the world’s stilled and nothing but the sound of reine purring encases her  ,  elongated tail twining around moira’s muscled tricep  .   forehead presses against her cheeks in a head-butt of a greeting  ,  a hello of sorts  ,  and all is once again right in the academy  .  

             she’s wandering through the school campus in the dark. not the brightest idea perhaps, seeing as she knows where absolutely nothing is located but, the murdock-natchios has enough confidence in her skills that she’s certain she can take care of any problem she encounters during her wanderings. besides: she’s come to a problem. she’s bored. irritably so. that little wayne boy had tried to shoo her away from adella--- and then made a fuss when moira had refused. it confused and enraged moira. weren’t siblings suppose to encourage you and help you? that’s what she had been told anyway. so why wouldn’t the boy want to help his sister get ‘laid’? it was infuriatingly confusingly. either way, with adella taken from her, moira was bored and restless. she had almost gotten into several fights already had it not been for the jones woman picking her up and forcibly removing her from some situations at times. everything was irritating her and boring her--- and with her weapons confiscated from her by jones she couldn’t make her own entertainment. so she had decided to leave, plain and simple, to find something to entertain her or something she could use as a weapon. 

          luckily she found the former. ( or maybe both? )