Bellator glances into his mother’s room, but Peach steers him away.
”She’s a pain to deal with when she’s like this, just let her scream and be angsty and emo and kill people,” Peach muttered.
Bengal, in dragon form, was faceplanting into the blanket of snow on the ledge she slept on, screaming something that sounded feline to you. She was smashing stalactites and stalagmites with her tail and sending icicles into the wall, her left eye glowing turquoise with sapphire blue and bright cyan flames enveloping it. Deafening roars came from her cave as she vented in a feline language.
((Translation: “I HATE LOVE, I HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT! I THOUGHT LUCTUS WOULD BE THE FIRST AND LAST BUT NOPE, I JUST HAD TO GAIN FEELINGS FOR THAT FLIRTY IDIOT, XAVIER! UGH, WHY?! IT’S NOT LIKE I LIKE HIM ANYWAYS!” and more stuff like that.))
((BENGAL YOU ARE THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD YOU’RE TOO OLD FOR TANTRUMS))
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