▼ Young and a Menace

YUNG GOD I witness once again the damages dealt by the Rift, from seeing a foolish sister of mine sprout a surplus of eyes to dragons gone wild. This time, it targets the stallion I'd begun to approach (before stopping midstep to realize I was going to get uncomfortably sexual before some poor woman), breaking open his chest, pouring out a thick flow of vibrant blue, spilling out onto the ground and gaining my attention. "Oh -" I look around us, at the dissipating shadows and eerily glowing eyes - "the dibs remains." (No oozing Rift curse is gonna stop me from getting dick what I want) The woman asks for the whereabouts of children I haven't seen, because if I had I'd likely have turned the other way. Young children are nuisances (I still am), and I tend to avoid them unless somehow (by no miracle) they're bound to me by blood, since Volterra has no restraint still. I shake my head in response, shrugging to further the concept that I didn't know their whereabouts. "Twins are troublesome," because knowing my sister and myself, for the moments we were together, we were devious little shits (and I continue to be).

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@Gargamel