~The blood of Frost's victim spread out on the snow(?) like a glorious sunset banished from the sky. Frost let its pitiful carcass fall from her jaws and she daintily padded over to her evil love. She licked him on the cheek, tasting with crazed pleasure the spilt blood of the dead Artics. The immense desire to never cease killing danced in her black gaze. "Well done, my terrible devil," she yipped slowly, wishing that she could somehow keep reliving the single moment when one's victim came to the inevitable conclusion:
It was being murdered.
By a Midnight.~
Obsidian licked her back, tasting the blood she had stolen from the victim mixed with his. How beautifully deadly she was, how perfect of a killer she was. He growled "One day, there will only be Midnights, and you and I will rule together, with no bounds."
~Frost ran her calculating eyes along his body- a perfectly uniform apparatus created to kill with utter, feared precision.
Frost let out a blissful growl. "We shall reign," she echoed, her gaze sweeping across the vast territories of the two Tribes that would soon all belong to
them.
Her eyes, black pools devoid of pity, seemed to seal this fate.
"
Us," she murmured, her voice escalating into a cackle of pure malevolence.
The cackle was death.
And Death knew no bounds.~