bottle and a gun

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.