by Tereza Rozanov » Tue Nov 29, 2016 3:26 am
There was the slight sound of ripping cloth as Tereza's claws punctured the pillow. In front of Isolde's eyes, her wild hair developed streaks of black. She otherwise didn't respond to Isolde, but the scent of resignation was unmistakable for as refined and trained a nose as Isolde's. There is just a soft murmur of "one more mission, I just have one more mission".