Date: 2016-08-05 08:26 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] fistsofjustice
fistsofjustice: (determined)
Argh. If only he had the decency to be solid, she'd rip the words right through his stupid smug throat.

"This isn't over," Amelia hisses after him, needing to say the last word. She then takes off, casting bitter looks at the hunters. Later she would come back to see if they left the body there, but while the meat would sustain her, there'd be no satisfaction in eating.

She will get the shade back for this.
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