Bait stared up at the bird singing in the tree, a pleasant smile curving over her face. In combination with her bright, wide eyes, the smile made her the picture of innocence. No one would look upon her face and know that she was plotting the slow, sweet torture of the bird that had, unfortunately for it, caught her attention with its song. She gave a faint trill, forcing the bird's attention onto her. She followed by whistling sweetly, smiling without baring her sharp teeth. Usually, the violence was left to Overkill, but it felt like a day for blood to Bait, blood on her own hooves and teeth rather than her sister's though she did adore watching kin and creature get dispatched by the one kin saved from her lies. She had charm enough to set the trap and spring it as well when she chose.She would have her fun today. Of that, she was quite sure.
Blinded by Silence
I figure this can be a fun, short form rp.
