[Mr_Possessive]

 

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Mistress of Death☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Nephthys-☆
[She/Her]
{29 Moons}
~Straight~
"And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive"
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Nephthys' eyes were locked on the screeching, writhing cat that her brother had pinned beneath him. She listened as Ares' low growls grew louder and louder, his words becoming clearer and clearer. Her multicolored gaze was stone cold, and when the Crown began to rip into the pathetic heap of fur beneath Rook, she remained unfazed.

The scent of blood washed over Nephthys as Willow's writhing body became limp below the Crown. Her expression remained unchanged, a true testament to the disdain she had for useless cats. She cast a glance at Rook, meeting his gaze with pride.

@crow. (Rook and Nephthys interaction )