ooc. language warning, obvs.  The wraith trailed into view with head held high. Unafraid. Hellfire would blaze within lash rimmed sockets as she surveyed the land. This was where father had taken the ragtag band, and it was boring as fuck. There was nothing to do, and her siblings had dispersed. Mammon and Leviathan were off fucking, probably. Ingrates. There was so much more to do, but they were so damned stupid that they couldn't even realize that. Instead they pined over each other and mashed their infantile genitals together uselessly. The rest, she couldn't be bothered to wonder about. Her siblings were all annoying, much as she cared for them.  Now it was a matter of finding something to do. Her muscles itched for a fight, but her stomach begged for attention. Feeding her flesh prison seemed to be the first order of business. A low growl would escape her. Hopefully there was something dead nearby. The ebony bitch didn't feel like hunting right now, unless something presented itself to her now. Looking around, there were herds of elk that she was nowhere near equipped to take on. Deer were always an option, but it was too much effort to be bothered.  Tail curling high over her hocks, she trotted into the midst of the grazing wildlife. It was nice to watch them scatter. None hobbled away. Fine, something dead it was then. Sniffing at the air, it was clear there wasn't much around. All the beasts were still healthy from spring, it was irritating. "Listen, can one of you just drop dead? I'm not feeling the whole hunting thing today." She announced, surely spooking the ungulates even more. Whatever.  "speech"

Why did he still keep coming up toward the north when he knew from experience that he hated it? Sometimes it seemed like he just let his paws carry him wherever they pleased and for some reason his paws hated him to an unusual extent. Even in the summer it seemed cold here to him. Well, at least there seemed to be plenty to eat around here. That was one positive thing. The herds of elk were huge. He tried to stay hidden around the huge tree trunks that were around the area where the big prey animals were lingering. After all his flame-colored pelt was a dead giveaway. He was waiting in the shadows for a smaller one to wander away from the herd a little bit... but then he noticed some of the beasts from the center of the crowd starting to scatter. He stood up and crept a bit closer to see what was going on and just as he did that he heard someone yelling, telling them to "just drop dead". Confusion colored his face up until the moment when he saw one of the large male elk running right toward him as the herd started to stampede away from whoever was yelling at them. "Oh shit!" he gasped as he jumped out of the way, waiting behind the tree and using it as a wall to block the elk from him. It took a minute or two till they passed by enough for him to come back out around the tree with a glare. "What the hell was that!" he yelled, scowling as his blue eyes landing on the dark woman that must have been the cause of it. No one else was around so it had to have been her. Speech Thought Others

A wolf appeared, apparently too dumb to stay away from stampeding elk. His coat was coloured with a mimicry of flames, and the bitch was instantly jealous. Why couldn't she look that cool? Of course, then he started to yell at her like his idiocy was somehow not his own fault. "What the hell is your problem?" She grunted, ears tilting backwards. He had the size advantage, and that had her guard up instantly. Not to mention his scowling was annoying. Was it her job to babysit every single wolf out there? No, it wasn't. She wasn't her siblings' keeper, and neither was she looking after the rest of the world. Fuck them. "They wouldn't step on you anyways, dumbass. They'd have to be blind." The bitch snarled in addition, rolling her eyes. Her lips pulled back from her teeth for a moment, flashing her irritation for him to see. Turning her back on him, she stalked off in search of something to eat. Whatever his deal was, it wasn't her problem. She had better things to do. Dark paws would thud fearlessly against the terra as she plodded away, uninterested in this conversation as a whole. Somewhere that wasn't here would be the first order of business, and a change of scenery would increase the chances of finding something dead to eat. "speech"