teeth and ambition

The vampiric succubus was the chaos in a quiet moment, air trapped in the confines of her lungs fighting to surface. For she knew better than to make too much sound, anything could give them away and force the herbivores to make a run for it. She watched the other woman and she longed - but she knew better than to discuss any matters before she emerged victorious from this challenge. The earth moved, trembled eagerly beneath her step as it grew close to the herd of herbivores. Wet mire creased, folding in slivers up her toes and ankles; they dab, twisting her hung locks in dreads and with each gesture, fleeting movement she was further caked in dirt, her golden jewelries engrossed into it. The filth did little to sway her or soil her beauty, if anything, it added to it; the accent fell upon her elegant coloration and upon her thick and long fur. She embraced the grime and the grotesque poetry of the hunt as she was well capable to fend for herself but she welcomed the help, in her mind, fore winters are harsh on any rogues. It were a comfort, yet she came to a halt along Leera, her vision narrowing into slits, focusing her attention towards the herd - the darkness and pitch of a starless night helping them camouflage themselves within the canopy yet. Old hags first. she cooed innocently, mocking the age difference between them but adding no real offense or venom to it. Without further ado, she returned her focus towards their prey; her limbs would divide, further aiding her balance as her busy, elongated tail stood proudly, tucked tighter on top of her slender, reptilian spine. Her claws dugs into the earthen terrain as she prepared herself to flank on the right side.