dribble drabble...
listening to: Little Viking - Future
wishes for: my writing muse to come back. she left me when i abandoned red moon murders ;o;
mood:

She was sitting in a puddle of blood, a grin on her face. Her pupils were tiny pinpricks as she stared at the blood puddle. There was blood on her lips as well as other parts of her body. Her short black dress was also bloodied. She started to snigger. "My little pet escaped," she giggled, stroking the blade of her dagger. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. He must be taught a lesson!" She licked her lips, tasting the blood. It was delicious. She squealed in delight. "My little White Rabbit ran away. He must be punished!" Standing up, she did not even mind the blood that dripped, running down her legs.

Holding her daggers by her side, she grinned a nasty grin. "Off with his head!" she snarled.