Angerora ducked and weaved through the thicket surrounding the lab. She wasn't truely 'tame'- but she wasn't truely 'wild' either. Her only 'mistress' was the Goddess she served. Through blood and judgement there would be peace! Humans were just tools to reach that peace.Her tail, soaked in blood and berry juice, was the only form of communication she had with the world. That, she thought, was what creeped Innocents out the most. The Guilty would usually smile at her tail; thinking her an ally. Then the Judgement would begin!
Angerora chuckled, a warped, feral sound- the sound of a nightmarish preditor closing in on helpless prey.
(Yea, she's just a bit weird.)
