The spider-witch came to an abrupt halt on the right side of the bitch, cerulean gaze, seemingly to glow in the humid mist never left her swollent abdominal region. It interested her, it drawn her in and without knowing she was literally leaning in, her skull lowering in order to reach it with her snout but not quite touching it, only merely keeping it there for a few long breath, if allowed.
Three, four, better lock your door.
The sscent. The sscent! she barked and snarled to the world, her hisses could be heard by the entire region though they were soft spoken they were fanatical.
She could get high on the scent alone. Sche could bath in it. She could rip it apart in piece and piece and piece fore it had to cumble and cumble and crumble.
Five, six grab your crucifix.
But no.
That was not the case.
She took a deep breath as she retreated from the bitch in heat. Another breath to compose herself. It was not unusual for the spider-witch to let the ghouls play with her mind and numb her senses but this time what was enough was enough. She was their Mistress not the other way around. She shall compose herself. She closed her eyes for a moment.
I am comm--
NOW
Her visage was different. Visibly so. Her fanatic breaths and contours of her beautiful visage were no more, instead a ice cold demenour took its place, the cheshire grin was gone and in its place stood an apathic and stoic facade of a iron woman.
It was like the melodramatic moments never happened, it was like this was another harlot all together.
Heed, and listen closely.
Mature themed character; thread at your own risk, violence may occur without provocation. Has a Silver Fox named Briar and a Grackle named Hræfn. They are supposed to be with her at all times unless stated otherwise.
