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She'd been here before. Not at this particular place, but the state of mind. She'd joined the scouting party of numerous reasons. Her brother, for one; she'd prove to him once and for all that she was not nearly as pathetic as he seemed to think she was. Her eyes landed on the oh so "glorious" miss that he adored so much. Looked like a wild child, to Mew, eager to throw herself into battle, most likely not really understanding properly. What did the people in this party know of war? Mew herself had not participated in a war per se, but she'd been on many a raid, many a planned group attack. She'd fought so many times before, but clearly not everyone in this party had.
The young black one seemed nervous. What was this? A bunch of kids to come and raid Inferni? She'd thought her brother knew better. He would understand soon enough that she was not a weakling, and perhaps.. just perhaps, she might run into Asphyxia. The damned bitch would regret her own birth, and she'd understand who was superior in this world. Coyotes were filth, and Mew would make them understand that once and for all. The thought of it made her being churn and boil, and that same rage rose within her. The rage she had worked so hard to suppress ever since the incident, might run out of control once she laid eyes on any person of their mentally challenged species. Tonight she might turn into chaos.
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