The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
"Day jobs aren't really my thing either," Jayden agreed with a grimace. She had tried that once, just after she'd run away from home. It was a little coffee shop and she had lasted all of 1 week at the place. Suffice to say, customer service just wasn't for her. Patience, when it came to idiots, was something that was far over-rated and apparently telling a customer where they could stick it wasn't the best way to maintain employment. Besides, she knew the things she was good at and most of them weren't' exactly legal.
"Looks like you've done well enough for yourself, though. We're told this isn't a good path to walk, but who are they to judge anyway, those who haven't been in our shoes?" It was easy to live on a high horse when you hadn't been forced to confront some of the more unfortunate aspects of life.
It was at that time that Jayden noticed the end of the alley starting to get a little more busy than it had been previously; possibly a little more busy than might be safe for one such as she. "I'm not sure I should be staying here." Tension entered her shoulders as the prospect of possibly having to run away.
Jayden could well imagine what the words 'too long' might mean when it came to those who had to steal to survive. That lifestyle was rarely one of choice or hobby and she could well imagine that those sentiments might be hers one day. Then again, it was probably far more likely that she'd end up dead or behind bars. For most, that might be a sign to try and turn one's life around but for her it wasn't. Life was what it was and she was who she was. Besides, it was the only kind of life she knew.
"Must have been nice to have had a choice in the matter, to make thieving a hobby," she spoke with a bitter laugh. However, her expression was soft as she could well imagine the sorts of things that might have happened to force the change from choice to necessity and none of it could be good. "This is the only life I know. My bastard of a step-father convinced my mother I was mutant scum and this is what I've done to survive." A shrug of her shoulders and a mental question about why she was telling this complete stranger her story which she hadn't vocalized to anyone before. Probably because she was going crazy. Crazier than she all ready was.
"You can call me Jay." Bonding with some random criminal in a back alley after escaping from one of her past victims? What the hell was wrong with her anyway? Aside from the obvious.
Jayden hadn't exactly had a lot of contact with other mutants before that point. Her mother had always cautioned, well caution, and she had done her best to listen. However, she knew of the stories and most of them weren't pretty or happy. Hell, her story wasn't a happy one and, as far as unhappy stories went, her's wasn't really all that bad. Her bigoted step-father had convinced her mother of his bigoted views forcing her to become a teen runaway. Big deal. So far she had managed to steal and swindle her way to a life, such as it was. At least she rarely went hungry and she had a roof over her head.
Jayden barely hid a shudder at the mention of the camps. Those she was familiar with. What mutant in the modern age wasn't? The internet, dubious source of information though it sometimes was, had all sorts of things to say about them but the general conclusion, at least from the mutant side of things, was that they were nothing short of atrocious. They were among the many reasons her mother suggested she not advertise the fact that the was a mutant.
Almost despite herself, Jayden found herself agreeing with a surprising amount of what Aura spoke of. Why should she have to hide herself in the shadows? Why should she have to be afraid to let others know of what she was for fear that they might try to cure or imprison or kill her? If one took the bigots out of the equation, being a mutant was actually pretty great and her powers had lead to her survival more times than she could count.
"I'd like to see mutants thrive. I'd like to see fewer teen runaways like me who were forced to leave home simply because they were born special. I'd like to not have to hide my powers and see others of my kind being allowed to live openly and comfortably in the world. I'm not willing to kill but I think you'll find I have quite a few other talents. And of course, I'm not willing to work for free." Good cause or not, a girl's got to eat, right?
Well, Jayden could say one thing about the stranger: His words were practical. She had been lucky, so far, in her life of crime. To date, she hadn't actually been caught and sent to juvi. Sure, there had been a couple of close calls but being a mutant had its advantages and she was nothing if not resourceful. Besides, fair play was for those involved in formal competition, for the rest it was about survival no matter how underhanded one had to be. She was a survivor.
"I've been stealing for long enough," Jadyen answered, meeting the man's eyes. It wasn't exactly something she was ashamed of but it didn't feel quite right to be proud of it either. Proud that she had managed to survive the hardships of her life, maybe, but proud to be a criminal praying upon those weaker than herself? No. She simply did what she had to do in order to survive and it was their problem if they didn't have the brains or brawn to prevent themselves from being victims. Unfair advantage of being a mutant was irrelevant.
"How about you," she asked in return. Her own eyes darted from the stranger's face to the far side of the alley, making sure no one was coming to interrupt their little discussion. A moment of calm did not imply said calm was likely to remain for long.
Jayden hadn't expected her contact to be so young. Somehow she thought her contact with some great and mysterious organization would be older, but the woman appeared to be barely older than herself. Then again, maybe the powers that be had chosen her specifically because she was close in age to Jayden. Something about the ridiculous notion of kinship and relating to a peer. That was probably it.
"You can call me Darkshift," Jayden answered. Although it was a name she had chosen for herself months ago, this was the first time she had actually used it. It felt empowering. Unexpectedly so. She followed the other woman, silently impressed at what she was seeing around her. This Sanctuary place was certainly better than her little hole in the wall.
Jayden couldn't help but gape at the other woman as she casually ran down her history of murder and mayhem. Not that Jadyen was a saint herself, far from it; she would never claim to be and likely never would be. But murder? That was a line even she wasn't sure she was willing to cross. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Even if the compensation was better than any she could possibly hope to find on her own.
"Not exactly the recruitment speech I was expecting," Jayden finally spoke, cautious. Unexpectedly so. Uncomfortably so. She wasn't good at caution. "I think I need to know about this 'cause' of yours. Why should I care about it? Why is it worth killing for? Or, for that matter, possibly dying for?" Because one kind of implied the other, didn't it?
It was the display of power that really caught Jayden's attention in a way that nothing else yet had. Different than her own gift, certainly, but also strikingly similar. "I think we might have more in common than I first thought," she spoke with a grin and began a demonstration of her own. The black scales that had so far been hidden by her clothing crept up her neck and down her hands to cover every inch of exposed flesh. Black bull horns grew from her skull only to melt away moments later. In similar fashion, black eagle wings grew from her back and then melted away. "That's why I'm called Darkshift." It was also the first time she had ever really shown off her powers. Well, that was certainly fun.
Jayden was admittedly cranky when she her cell had started to ring early in the morning. Early was, perhaps, a matter for interpretation but given that she was still asleep, she felt it count. Her first words were to curse at the stranger for interrupting her sleep, which the voice on the other end took in admirable stride. Once Jayden had gotten out her irritation at the women, who introduced herself as Lisa, she was willing to actually sit and listen. The story Lisa told was an intriguing one. Apparently Jadyen had come to her attention a while ago and she had been watching her since. Creepy. Definitely creepy. She apparently represented an organization that could make use of her unique abilities and hinted at the possibility of improving her lot in life. Details were vague but more than enough to pique her interest and she jotted down a name and an address.
All Jayden knew about the meeting going in was the name of the person she was going to be speaking to, Aura, and that the organization sought to help mutants. The fact that she, of all people with her less than savoury lifestyle was contacted for the meeting probably implied that the organization was less than savoury. Whatever, its not like she really cared. What she did care about was the opportunity to make some money and make a better life for herself. Better didn't necessarily imply legal.
It as just after dusk when Jayden left, wearing a black trench coat. Underneath her coat, she was covered in an armour of black scales and the ends of her fingers sported black cat claws. Her scales tended at her wrists and her neck so as to not stand out too obviously as a mutant. She knew the scales to be a minor protection, but one could never be too certain. Not trusting people was one of the things that had kept her alive and she wasn't about to do with caution now.
Putting on her best stoic expression, Jadyen walked up to the great golden doors and knocked, waiting for someone to answer them and let her inside. Without a doubt, those doors were a sight to behold. Hopefully the rest of the meeting would hold up to that first impression.
So apparently he didn't want anything from her, or at least not at that moment. Was it misguided to associate with the common experience of being a thief? Maybe. Probably. Thieves were criminals either out for survival, greed or some combination of the two. So, why associate with someone else who had all but admitted to being a thief himself? Simple answer? Because she sure as hell had no one else who would be willing to associate with someone like her. No good upstanding citizen would. And you're damned right those words rang inside her head with more than a hint of sarcasm.
"I wasn't going to get busted," Jayden replied. The glare didn't leave hear eyes but the bit of her earlier words had softened. Maybe there was a little resentment there. She wasn't used to others helping her and she wasn't at all certain she wanted to get used to it. One day you thought someone was there by your side and the next they were stabbing you in the back. That's just how these things went, most of the time.
"Wise words," Jayden agreed. Grudging, oh how the words were grudging, but as far as things went she figured they were true. This was not exactly the sort of situation she was expecting to get herself into and she wasn't certain how to react. Introduce herself? Run away? Stand there awkwardly? So far, attack didn't seem to be the best option and stand there awkwardly seemed the most likely.
Jayden didn't bother to hide the suspicious look in her eye when the stranger told her he had helped her lose the guy. Who did things like that? Especially when, by all accounts, she was the bad guy in the whole scenario? He probably wanted something from her and, given what little she had of value, his helping her was probably going to lead to his disappointment when she couldn't provide whatever it was he thought she had. Wealth was the most obvious and the most laughable prospect.
"Looking out for your own?" Well now, that wasn't the response she expected. What did that even mean, anyway? Fellow thief or criminal? Fellow mutant? Maybe he thought she was in a gang or something? Anyone of them could be possibilities. The disbelief was audible in her voice, mixing with the earlier suspicion.
"Well, thanks for the help," Jayden replied, black lizard tail swishing in irritation behind her. Ya, the words were grudging. She didn't like having to accept help. Especially when she could have escaped just fine on her own without it.
It was times like this that Jayden really wished she could grow eyes in the back of her head. As a mutant, she could do a lot of really cool things but eyes on the back of her head just wasn't one of them, much to her present misfortune. If only she could see behind her she could figure out if her dodging and darting were having any success at all in losing her pursuer. Hell, for that matter she wasn't even sure certain whether or not she had actually stolen from the poor sap; they all kind of blended together in her head after a while. Probably she had though, in one of her stupider moments when she hadn't thought to hide her identity. Dumb. Super dumb. No other word for it.
Racing as fast as her legs would carry her, Jayden spotted a nearby garbage can. With a thought, a black reptilian tail grew from her tailbone and knocked over the can which skittered into the middle of the alley, hopefully in the direct path of her would be assailant. She didn't hear him yelling any longer but she wasn't sure that she would over the rapid beating of her heart. A quick glimpse back and she didn't immediately see him either, but that was no reason to stop running.
"Hey, you lost him," That, on the other hand, possibly was. Still poised to dash off in an instant should the need arise, Jayden cautiously looked behind her. Black catlike claws grew from the tips of her fingers, just in case. The young man that stood at the end of the alley didn't look especially threatening, but that didn't count for much in her crazy world.
"Why do you care," Jayden asked, just a hint of accusation in her voice. "Didn't you hear? I'm a thief. And why are you following me?"
Bored was never a good emotion for Jayden because bored was the emotion that got her into trouble. It wasn't like she went searching for trouble and in fact would rather avoid it, but trouble seemed to like her. Probably part of it was the spiked mohawk and torn and patched pants. Or there could be the fact that she had little respect for the law and even less respect for authority. Either way, trouble loved her. Teenage truant was a rather apt description.
Jayden meandered down a busy street without any particular destination in mind. The air was frigid, or rather it would have been if not for the pitch black fur coat she was currently garbed in. Fur being real fur and coat being her mutant power that allowed her to manifest fur, among other things, at will. Her hands and face remained plain flesh in order to appear normal, but on occasion glimpses of fur could be seen underneath her denim jacket. Enough attention tended to be drawn towards her without the whole mutant factor further complicating things.
As Jayden wandered past a food truck selling burgers, her stomach rumbled. She was hungry, it had been a slow month. Unfortunately, she wasn't likely to get any food today unless she either stole it or sat down to busk for a time but neither option seemed appealing at the moment. Lately people just hadn't been very generous with their change and theft was something better left to night-time when there were fewer prying eyes upon her.
Lost in her thoughts and hunger as she was, Jayden didn't immediately notice the man yelling in anger and running towards her. "Hey you, thief!" Finally catching her attention, a look up at him and he seemed vaguely familiar. Who knows, maybe she had actually stolen from him. With some audible swearing of her own, she bolted away from him, taking a sharp turn down an alley and hoping to get away unscathed.
My shifts can be maintained indefinitely or until I'm asleep or unconscious. There does appear to be a limit in the amount of energy available to harness but it doesn't burn in the same way as something like, say, fuel burns. Only a finite number of shifts can occur at any one time, but they can change on a whim and be maintained as long as desired.
I've just gotten myself approved and am looking to get involved. I'll likely be starting something in New York shortly anyone interested in doing something with a punk with a bit of a bad attittude and a few trust issues?
Character's full name: Jayden Sylvia Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Shard Gender: Female Age: 18 Date of Birth: (06/17/1998) Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Angelica, New York Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: British/Dutch
Appearance
Hair color and style: Long, black, straight Skin Tone: Pale Eye Color: Green Height: 5'8 Build: Thin and slightly sickly. Visible mutation: Her skin is dotted with multi-coloured crystal growths. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None Other features: (if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: Having little to no money, Jayden wears whatever she can find or steal. Hoodies and jeans, often with holes, dirt and other damage are common. Uniform: N/a Sleepwear: Mostly sleeping on the streets, she sleeps in whatever she's wearing. Miscellaneous clothing: (if applicable)
Character
Personality: Jayden is volitle and easily set off. Coming from a background of abuse and very little love, she expects the worst of people. Others are either there to take advantage of her or to beat on her or make fun of her and often all of the above. Mostly, she prefers to avoid people and live alone with her pets because her pets will never hurt her. Fight or flight is her usual response to danger, with fight being the far preferred option. Animals are much better than people.
Freedom is something Jayden prizes above almost all other things. Even if there was someone willing to help her, if she perceives that help as being a threat to her autonomy then that help is not something she desires. People in positions of authority are to be especially distrusted because they're the ones that pose the greatest potential threat to her continued life as he knows it.
Jayden is more than a little unpredictable and emotionally unstable. Having been alone for so long with no one but her pets, she never learned to properly moderate her emotions or her actions. If she desires something, she seeks it out with little comprehension of patience or consequence.
Hobbies/ Interests: Music, caring for animals. Job or part time job and description: Begging and stealing. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Being imprisoned or otherwise physically constrained Special talents: Singing
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Chaotic Neutral - Its all about personal survival. Whether or not other people are harmed in the process is largely irrelevant. No one is willing to help her, so why should she help anyone else? While she has no desire to kill, she'll do whatever needs doing to stay alive and stay independent. Any alliances she might form tend to be temporary and almost always end abruptly.
Mutations
Mutation description: Psycrystal Pet Manifestation and Manipulation - Jayden's power is twofold with one aspect feeding the other. First, psycristal grows from her skin and second she can separate the psycrystal from her skin and melt and form it into animated animal shapes which she can then control mentally.
Psycrystal Skin Growth - The psycrystal skin grows in a random and uncontrolled fashion. It can appear to be any gem colour. Each growth starts out about the size of a penny and expands from there. She can have anywhere from 1 to a half dozen psycrystal growths at any one time. They are smooth and shiny in texture and slowly expand over time. Each growth starts out its own colour and as they expand, they eventually combine seamlessly together.
Psycrystal Pets - Jayden uses her psycrystal to form psycrystal animals. With a thought, she can melt the psycrystal off of her skin and form it into one or multiple animate animal forms which she can then control her with mind.
Strengths: Psycrystal Skin Growth - - Psycrystal is stronger than regular skin, strong enough to defend against any unarmed strikes and minor scrapes, cuts and bruises from short falls, low-impact bludgeoning or slashing damage.
Psycrystal Pets - - Psycrystal can be formed into a great variety of different animal forms. If the animal naturally occurs in nature and is within the size limitation, the psycrystal can be formed into that shape. Once formed, psycrystal pets can be melted together and reformed into different shapes. Multiple psycrystal pets can exist at any one time, as detailed in weaknesses.
- Psycrystal pets can move in all the natural ways the animal mimicked can move. It has the same psychical characteristics of an average animal of that species with the exception that it is made out of psycrystal.
- Psycrystal is sharp. Claws, the tips of wings and feet, the ends of tails, the tips of ears, ect. all end in razor sharp points.
- Being made of psycrystal, the pets are resistant to most forms of minor physical damage.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Psycrystal Skin Growth - Psycrystal is not strong enough to defend against bullets, stabbing or high impact bludgeoning damage.
-Psycristyal is brittle. When damaged, it is prone to shatter. Once shattered, the psycrystal will fall off of her skin and cannot be used to form into a pet.
- Where and how the psycrystal grows is random and uncontrollable. Psycrystal grows at the following rate: It takes about 1 hour to expand from the size of a penny to the size of the palm of a hand, about 1 day to expand to the size of an arm, 2 days to expand to the size of a leg and about 1 week to expand to cover her whole body.
- When psycrystal grows over her joints, they become rigid and difficult to move. As such, she has to melt off the psycrystal regularly. Psycrystal can either be melted into a pet or simply melted away and discarded.
- Due to the makeup of the crystals, a high salt diet is necessary and Jayden must consume approximately 5X the amount of salt of most humans to remain healthy. If not enough salt is consumed, she will become sick and weak.
Psycrystal Pets - - It takes time to melt psycrystal skin into a psycrystal pet. Creating something the size of a rat (1 lb) takes about 1 minute, about 3 minutes for the size of a cat (12 lbs), about 8 minutes for the size of a medium dog (30 lbs), 15 minutes for the size of a wolf (85 lbs) or 30 minutes for something the size of a human (120 Lbs). Although multiple psycrystal pets can exist and be controlled simultaneously, each pet must be formed separately.
- Up to 3 psycrystal pets can be controlled independently at any one time. More can be created and controlled, but if more are being controlled they must act like a unit working in concert with one another, such as a swarm of bats or a swarm of rats.
- The maximum amount of psycrystal that can be controlled as psycrystal pets is the equivalent of Jayden's own bodyweight, about 120 Lbs.
- If a psycrystal pet is injured or shatters, it falls to the ground and can no longer be controlled or reformed into another pet.
- If not actively being controlled, a psycrystal pet will act as a mostly mindless automaton. It will passively follow a few feet behind her, move out of the way of obsticles in its path, ect. but will otherwise not do anything. When Jayden ceases to move, her pets will likewise be still, either sitting or standing like statues.
- Direct concentration is needed in order for a pet to do anything other than act passively. Controlling 1 autonomous pet can be done with relatively little effort. 2 autonomous pets and additional actions requring moderate precision or concentration becomes difficult. The level of concentration is slightly less than reading a book; she could walk, carry on a basic conversation and retain a moderate awareness of her surroundings but couldn't engage in any action more in depth than reading. 3 autonomous pets and little more can be done than stand and concentrate upon their actions. Controlling a swarm would require approximately the same level of concentration as controlling 2 autonomous pets. More pets than can be controlled can exist at any one time with extra pets remaining passive until concentration is shifted to them.
- 100 ft is the maximum range. Beyond that range, a psycrystal pet will un-animate and crumble. At that point, new psycrystal will have to be melted and formed into a new pet.
- To do anything but act as a passive member of its species, direct line of sight and concentration is needed.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Jayden is good at running but is otherwise somewhat malnourished and therefore in poor physical shape. Fighting Style: Running away is always the best option. If not, she's reliant upon her pets. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Sometimes running away isn't an option.
History Of Your Character Jayden was born in the small town of Angelica, New York to her mother, Kristine Sylvia. Poverty was a reality of her life from the beginning. As a single mother and high school dropout, Kristine did her best to provide her her daughter but it wasn't always easy. Working 2 jobs in order to make ends meet, Jayden learned early on how to take care of herself. From a young age, she would come home from school, make her own meals and put herself to bed. Kristine was never an especially compassionate mother but she did care for her daughter and helped ensure she had the basic necessities of life.
As Jayden grew into her teenage years, she had few restrictions placed upon her. School was never something she took to and she often got into trouble for skipping, bullying or talking back to her teachers. While bright, she was easily bored and had little respect for people in authority. There were just so many other things that were much more exciting than school.
When Jayden first manifested her powers at the age of 12, that was the end of any sort of positive relationship with her mother. At first, it was only the strange, colourful gems growing on her skin, but that was enough to have her exiled from her house. She was told, in no uncertain terms, that she was to leave and never come back. Alone and afraid, she did so.
For the next year, she lived on the streets of her home town, trying to hide her mutant monstrosity as best as she could. As the weeks and months went on, small patches of crystal growths and covered more of her body. One night, while starving and desperate, some of the crystal growths melted off her her skin and came together to form a large red and purple cat. Gleaming and sharp edged, she took control of it with her mind and had it attack a pair of teenagers sitting on a bench eating lunch in the evening hours. They fled, leaving their food behind and she took it for herself. Not long after discovering the full capabilities of her powers, she hitchhiked her way to New York where she proceeded live on the streets.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Mage Where did you learn about this site?: Google Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Right now, just Darkshift but in the past Meld, Juka and Amber Sample RP: It was raining heavy all around her. It was dark although not yet late. Jayden sat huddled under an overhang of a small store that had just closed for the night. Today her face was mostly clear, although there was a green crystal growth along the left side of her neck and a blue growth on one of her hands. To either side of her sat two crystal dogs, one green and the other blue. Her black hair was dripping and lay lax across her face. She shivered in the cold, wet night air.
Across from her, two happy laughing people walked past, umbrellas in hand. "I hate them," she muttered, placing a hand upon one of her pets. "They don't know what they have or how good they have it. They take it all for granted." Her voice was bitter although she kept her words low enough that they couldn't hear over the sound of the pattering rain. "Maybe we should show them what its like to not have everything just given to, just like that." It was tempting to send one of her pets after them. Very tempting. Just to hear them scream and see the blood running down their pretty little faces.
The urge passed as quickly as it had come and, ultimately, Jayden did nothing. She was lonely and cold and she just wanted to be warm again. When the rain was gone, then it would be better. It was always better when the rain was gone. When it was dry then her pets were enough. Usually she could find food and a dark hole to hide in, but it was different when it was wet. When it rained, she shivered and suffered in silence, alone save her pets. Alone because no one cared. Not that she wanted them to, of course not. Not that she cared about them. She just...sometimes she just wanted to be warm.