Roleplay - 23rd of June

Wrath stood watching the Mafia with a sneer. Their laziness was disgusting him. If he had been in charge like he had been years ago, it would be either be up and alert by the break of dawn, or sleep permanently.

Brook frowned at Wrath and walked over where she could see Shining stars. She growled, her daughter was getting bigger, and she hated that.

Wrath smirked at Brook, he could tell what she was thinking, "You'd like it better if she was smaller and weaker? What would that have to say for YOUR DNA?"

Brook looked at Wrath with a frown, her claws dug into the ground instead of lunging at him. "Oh shut up Wrath." she snarled. "It doesn't matter to me if she's getting taller, I wish she was more like me instead of loving my stupid sister."

"Well she isn't! So get over it!" Wrath snarled.

Brook bared her teeth and said nothing more, and looked at her. She knew Wrath was right, but she hated to think that he was. She hated him so badly and wished she were alive instead of being down here, stuck with him forever.

Zara watched the others. As well as the Mafia, who she should have been with.

Wrath snorted, "I've wasted enough time here," he turned and began to walk away, "I'm going to go take care of something."

Brook turned to make a sideways look at Wrath. "Take care of what?" she turned to look at him fully, her eyes questioningly.

Wrath snapped at her, "Did I say it was your business!?" He snorted, then turned around and faded away.

Brook sneered after him. Like I care where you go?! she turned away and stalked off, muttering and grumbling.