May be M.
He whines for fairness. "I have tried to be fair. But az you've said, help is for the weak. You v'ill have no help, mut." She doesn't flaunt her pretty smile but shows a mysterious vengeance that clouds her; a sudden serious tone that took her from the lightheartedness she once had whilst coming here. Her gaze turns harsh while she let her darkest self come to light, aflame. Her vindictive power too much, too great. That even her previous, strategic aim had been completely altered, hypnotized by her wrath. A trance took place. She climbs a bit higher now.
Linking, angrily, she tries harder to sicken the animal. She grunts and frustrates- the subtle but stronger attack to him still unsatisfying. Wishes of a more moblie body swirling but she focuses on her magick. She turned to bear the 'cheater' player. The one with an advantageous nature.
She worsens his state of wellness- surely the progression of negative bacteria ate at him, nibbling away the strength he stored if he had any left. Still though, her magick is not as effective as it could've been. The pup must flee if he wished her to stop. As Cháos planned to exhaust her self to pour the many death notes upon the cur.
"V'hy must you go against me?" Her voice unnaturally content. Unbothered. Demonized and feminine. Scarily calm. As if she knew how this game would end.
She stares at the puppy, observant of him and crucially focused on he.
@kavish
*ooc: um this thread is super exciting and twisting. Lol