#finleigh long awaiting to get her own revenge on liv while simultaneously avenging her mother for the lmrt years later *chef's kiss*

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@0blivion , ‘ You’re a constant pain in my neck. ‘

the creature sits, perched menacingly upon ring apron. it's funny, really. she finds humor in the other women's nativity, not because they're not formidable opponents, but because no one, absolutely no one outside of her parents and her judgment day family knew what she was capable of. it's a magic so dark, so arcane and powerful that she could end the world if she wanted. but, no one needed to know that, right?

sapphires rolled into the back of her head as boots sway to and fro. " i mean, i could give you a pain in y'er neck if ya'd like, lass. " brow lifts, and in a blink she jumps down to stand before liv. she's every bit her mother's wrath and father's vengeance, a brutal combination of two particular brands of irish temper, on top of demonic intent that's all too real. she's practically chomping at the bit for blood. " ... just name a time and place. " a wag of finger, as if morgan is just giving her ideas.

" let's make it interesting, too, hmm? i hear there's a vacant women's title just dying for a new waist to call home. what'd ya t' ink? " she leans in closer, a venomous serpent coiled to strike. " sounds like fun! "