Syn collected hearts. She kept them all in jars, up on high shelves, hidden away for rainy days. Break a dozen hearts just for fun. It was like sport. Ruthless, but only when it didn't count. There's something about her that's ridiculous in that manner. She doesn't play coy, she'll tell you outright. Chaos in her veins, flowing thick and hot in her blood. It's enough to make her more than happy.
There's someone out here, and he's hunting her. Tarasynora's hackles raise, and she becomes something else. Fierce, hard around the edges. Tough as nails, tough as she's ever been. Ears pin clear to her skull, stopping on a dime. Powder slushing up on either side, lips parting to reveal glistening white teeth. They are bared, and they are angry.
"What the fuck." Shining blue black, stark and pretty against whatever... that was. She's high headed, taking a large step back. If need be, she could outrun the beast. For now Syn would play with her food.
echo
never had luck
never needed it. |