bleed me your despair

It was merely by chance that the Egyptian Goddess happened to be trodding in the same direction as the ashen woman that she had run into a few days before. Leera. The name still tasted foreign on her tongue but oh, so, so sweet. It was actually her delicious perfume that sparked her attention. The young woman was a repeat offender. She liked to take the same victim twice. Actually, she was plagued with mild interest to see what she had been up to. Brown teacups paws brushed the ground as she danced her eloquent tale through the snow, it now reached her ankles but she knew soon it was meant to get worse. She was not a fan of jungles or loud noises. They grew musty and damp in a matter of moments. Clearly a bad hair day waiting to happen. But they did offer good cover. And she was always in need of a good covering. Her mind remained focused on stalking her darling toy.

The Egyptian Goddess considered it common knowledge to always be prepared and know where you were. So, as she followed the ashen woman she took note of everything. Anything that would be useful on the way back; paths, trees, trails, tundra, she attempted to register all the informations within her dear mind. Finally, her pace slowed as watched the wrench slow down. Her next actions didn't surprised her, a growl vibrated through the chilly air, coming from the same woman she, dare say, was stalking. Something was wrong with her but she could not quite put her claw on it; curosity being what it is, she decided to make her presence known to the ashen woman. Graceful steps upon the ice brough her near the other, coming to a half only two tails lenght of her and choose silence as her weapon; sometimes it was best if the other ones started the socialization, Leera being as she was maybe she did not care for company.

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