First Impressions

Schon lacked patience, that was nothing but the truth. The woman had a mild amount for pretty things, but not a lot. The girl, from a young age, had been known to act out on her bursts of rage. Her undying need to consume the strength of others and her anger together were a force to be reckoned with. Yet, most did not know of her willpower. The fae had been to hell and back within her life. Following her mother, being served a throne at age one, then being knocked up. On top of that she did not even had the children, they died within the womb. The femme was never truly served the life anyone promised, but that was it. Life was unfair, it was what you made it. Therefore, the strange woman made it her playground and her dining room table at in one.

The haunted she-wolf stood on the edge between two lands. Noxious gasses and death filled on and beautiful trees and grasslands fills the other. What a funny border. Death and then the Dancefloor for the Gods. Perhaps the tar represents the place where the baddies go. A tiny giggle could be heard from the throat of the lanky girl as her blank eyes stared off into the pits for a moment. Yet, a burst of reality hit her as the hobbling fae she stumbled upon whipped out some vicious words. Schon's red eyes lazily moved to rest on the beast, observing her as those words filled her twitching ears. A bubbling rage filled the g u t of the Empress. Her head tilted, observing the foolish being that decided to undermine the Queen. What did mommy always say? Another giggle came forth from Schon, loud enough for the other to hear. EAT the RUDE!

As Ricochet walked past the smaller Wolf, a mumble of a growl would be heard. Growing with each second. Yet, soon Schon moved to pivot on her back paw, turning to face the same direction Rico was walking. The woman stalked behind her, that usually pointed head now low. Her ears were flicked back and her tail stuck straight out. Quickly, with those oddly long legs, the cannibal was at the right side of the other fae. Her heavy breathing could be heard. Her lips were salivating, drool seeping out. A very.. rabid part of the once prim and proper bitch could be seen in those moments. "Little Ricochet is inferior." A chortle was forced from Schon once again, lingering behind Rico's shoulder. Stepping along with a sickening scowl plastered across her drool seeping lips. "You are nothing but a pretty thing." The flesh eating mongrel grew a bit closer this time, if Rico allowed her to do so. She would s n a p her teeth below the taller Wolves ear, hitting nothing but air. "Do you know what we do to.. useless.. PRETTY things?" Schon would quickly dart forward, in attempt to pivot and stand in front of Rico. Face to Face. A thin tongue would roll from its weeping cage and slither across her own pathetic lips. That bleeding gaze was brighter, pointed into the mismatch one of the inferior Wolf. "Does the imbecile have a guess?!" Her head would tilt to the side, if she was truly allowed to stand in front of her as she pleased. Yet, who could surpass such a show!