hecate

The bleeding gaze remained upon the undying battle. Flower versus wind. Who would win? So far the wind was kicking the flowers ass. Every few seconds the poor thing would be flailing in the breeze, those roots struggling to keep it within the earth. - A sickening smile was spread across the beasts uneven lips, her tongue idly slipping across her fangs to lubricate her light pink gums. Her ears were perked, but she was not listening to that around her, she was merely listening to the wind as it swept past. It made a gentle hum, a familiar hum that she loved. It was a wonderful relief from the warmth around her. Even if it was cooling down as the time went on, it still felt much different from what the winter loving Wolf was use to.

The Buffoon. - Padfalls met her ears as they drew rather close. She was so focused on her little scene that she seemed to miss the fact that a behemoth had fallen upon her resting place. Schon felt his own dripping gaze fall upon her rather large form. The woman ripped her eyes from her enjoyment to meet the creature the interrupted her serenity. A little ripple could be seen upon her lips as the skin lifted in a gentle snarl. Yet, she seemed to calm down soon enough, mentally talking herself out of being a heathenous bitch up front. As her eyes ravaged his form she remained completely expressionless, for she was too focused on his outward appearance. Large. Scarred. Dark. Male. After a good thirty seconds the being's eyes narrowed even more. An internal battle forming.

The bitch slowly stood on her paws, it taking a little longer then normal due to fatigue and lets face it. She was getting old. The gruffly hag stared at him as she easily stepped from her throne. Cutting two feet from the distance they had between them, now standing at three. Her jaws opened to allow her drama ridden vocals to meet the wind. "You fucked up my show." A little snort could be heard at the end of her statement. Snot flying from her nose shamelessly. The woman stood with her ears twitching to flick back and her tail erect to show that she was a rather dominant being. The woman allowed for her paws to flex enough for those rotten nails to poke into the dirt below. Her tongue rolled from her salivating jowls to slither across her dry lips. As the fleshy bit slid back into its place she sputtered forth some more of her enlightening tones. "I was viewing the enriching battle of wind and flower. The flower was winning, but the wind was making a great attempt. A beautiful thing really, observing the natural beauty of this dreadful wasteland." Her lip twitched again as she spoke, "But, a great hulking beast decided to ruin it all." Schon stared at the man, allowing for her crimson gaze to pinpoint directly into his eyes. "I suppose you are about to enlighten me with some sort of hostility or horribly dull response as to why you destroyed my viewing of that pretty pretty thing." Her voice was that of a witch, varying with tone as she spewed forth certain words and lines. It was as dramatic as one could get, but it was all so real within her demon ridden mind. Her final statement was spat with a sense of boredom, yet laced with that familiar venom. "Spare me."