#noxiusliber

The petite rosette let tiers of a softened red twinge upward at the sight of already irritating the older woman. Noir shoes danced their way to in front of the huntress, the girl wearing said shoes winked before speaking.

                Oh, she could imagine all too well who                 that pest meant for the pulsian had met                  him not too long ago. Snow had turned                  out to be a shadow of his own; filled with                 remorse,hatred, sadness. He almost ap-                 peared as corroded by his feelings as her                 — a loud scoff left livid lips ere the huntress                      turned upon her heel,stout arms locked                       in a tight fold.