Autumn's Days Are Numbered

Ooc: M for Mature. Inappropriate language ahead. Just Leto amusing herself.


The boy's words drew a loud crow of laughter from the Aeris, as she threw her chunky head back and let the raucous cackle peel her lips back from her fangs. "Oh that's rich ain't it!" she said caustically, watching with a broad, knowing grin as the boy slunk off. "Run away, liddle coward, ya pansy-ass liddle piss-baby! Mebbee someun'll keep yer useless hide intact and fed for you, huh? Cuz you obv'yously kent back yer own bluffs by your baby self! Yer mum still lick yer ass clean fer ya too? Pussy!" The course, uncouth harranguing continued unabated, directed as loudly and derisively as possible at where the yearling's retreating hindquarters had last been seen. "I don' see any balls from here, liddle girl!" she hooted. "Come back when ya grow some an' we'll go a round or two since yer too coward-like ta have a go at me now!" Oh, she would get bored of shouting insults at the top of her lungs eventually, but she was going to make sure he would at least hear the barrage of humiliation every step of the way to the edge of the rocky field - and that was no small distance. She laughed agaim, a wild sound that echoed around the boulders. "Ya got fuck-all, liddle bitch."