Re: Holding Pens
Spending a week in this hell was starting to wear on Adelice. She didn't belong here. She was better than this! Pacing her pen; Adelice aggression was growing the longer she was subject to this limbo.
Everything about this place drove Del closer to madness. Like a ticking time bomb in her head. Stopping middle pace; Del's breathing increased as she hear soft sobbing in the pen next to hers.
She didn't think before charging into the wall. Her fist reacting before thought as the pounded on the wood.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" she screamed.
After the sobs stopped; Del backed away slowly. Her smile wide as a pride rose in her chest. Looking down at her hands; she noticed the bit of blood around her knuckles.
Good.
This would draw attention; and with attention would come a master. Chuckling to herself; she approached the entrance of her pen. Using a small bit of blood; she painted her lips a deeper red. Adjusting her pale dress; she waited for someone to approach.