Alamoraine
HP: 5
Snake was tired. Quite tired. Her tail had it's head on the ground and was hissing unhappily as she peered down at the cats claws buried in her ample chest over the scarred word 'Agony' stretched across it. "Kitty. My troll has spikes and gnashing fangs. If I can handle cuddling that blender beast, your claws are nothing more then little itches." She taunted as she swung a fist up at the cats jaw.
