[i]"Must you be so vulgar so early, you brutish hussy?"[/i]

At the sound of Selwyn's easily recognizable and downright ear cringing voice, Ericka's more human ears perked up a little bit, her eyebrows furrowing into a painful and bitter expression of her vicious loathing for the [i]Li'l Hell Fairy[/i] as she called the Slutubus, barely giving any reply to her other than a lifting of her middle finger and a flicking of discarded cigarette ashes on the scruffy fur of the neko across from her. [b]"Fuck off, rug muncher!"[/b] She merely gave as word to Selwyn, not really giving one single shit as the notoriously seductive bitch decided to make off with one of the neko's precious cans of tuna, Ericka just assuming that it was just an [i]acquired taste[/i] of the woman...along with this cat. For fuck sakes, they were all diving into the salty muffs of these scraggly women. What else was there to do for a thrill in old Axxx Drk Correctional, besides deliver a nice, sharp stiletto switchblade into their jugular of some poor, unsuspecting cunt, which for the ferocious beast of a woman that was this muscular werewolf....that was pretty much been there done that. That was pretty much reason one why she wasn't allowed to eat anything for eight weeks straight....but when was Ericka ever one to follow blindly the rules of mortals. 

Taking another drag off her cig, her burning yellow eyes soon turned to the hissy fitting of the neko Sloan, leaning across the table, thinking she was so cool...so sly for standing up to Ericka, who at this point was only three inches....or barely that....away from instantly snapping little kitty's neck like a fucking birch twig, but honestly saw no effort in it if all the bitch was gonna do was run her mouth at the infuriated and apathetic werewolf, ignoring every little slip of the girl's ragged tongue and just inhaling more toxic smoke into her lungs, surprisingly not blackened for as much as she smoked. [b]"Awww...is little kitty pissed because someone didn't cut the shit outta her fur this morning?"[/b] With an insulting smirk crossing her full lips did the woman ravish that small, but potent comment, not really expecting the reaction to be the fucking furball hocker leaping onto her broad, meaty shoulders, practically digging those damn claws of hers into Ericka before bouncing away after Selwyn, off to reclaim her fish the slag cat couldn't live without [i]oh boo fucking hoo![/i] With a grunt, Ericka wiped away the small plits of blood from her shoulder, snuffing out her cigarette on the table and standing firm as she cracked her knuckles and popped the rest of the bones in her neck, gritting her canines and the rest of her honed, ivory daggers, glinting with retribution deep in the mind....but for later.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ericka spotted her cellmate, that bookworm Zexel, typical of her to be reading every damn hour of the day. Storming over to the woman's table, the werewolf plopped down, throwing both her boots onto the table and grabbing up Zexel's steak without a single word, chomping into the half cooked meat as she snarled...mouth full and without a shred of courtesy, [b]"Gettin' tired of these motherfuckers, Zexel. Gonna need another cig before I stab that little kitty cunt and that fur licking Hell Fairy..."[/b]