#myree

He peeked around the corner. If she was aware of his confrontation with her father, or his presence, she gave no indication. She was completely and utterly focused on her arms, which held something in a bundle of bloody rags. The something wasn't moving, wasn't making a sound. Quiet and still.

“Kyla?” Grey said. “Are you hurt?”

Her lips pursed together, clamping off the sound. Her voice was a shattered-glass whisper. “It only matters because it hurts.”

Grey took a step forward, into something wet. Kyla’s blood, sticky, the smell of copper coins flooding his nose.

Kyla’s head turned toward him. Her brow was sweaty, tendrils of hair sticking to her smooth, brown skin. “Do you want to see my beautiful girl?” she asked.

Mermay has already come and gone, but she's finally finished! Meet the youngest Ormanni, Myree! She's Rhynn's little sister (they're both adopted). She's 12 years old and planebound, but she gets into enough mischief on just Ravnica so maybe that's a good thing.

She loves learning new things and while she loves the Combine she has recently discovered her love of tinkering and as she gets older she starts to think joining the Izzet sounds amazing.

Name: Myree Gender: Cis Female Age: ???  Species: Naga  Height: noodle long SO: Pansexual

Personality: || Flirty ;; Egotistical ;; Playful ;; Arrogant ;; Narcissistic ;; Somewhat motherly ;; Stubborn ||