Brother, Brother, Where Art Thou?
03-03-2019, 10:41 PM
The spider witch was crouched, imitating a tarantula's scuttle as she moved along the fog, they were one. Her features were hardened , dosplaying an immobile face as soon as she realize that she was not alone. Again? Who dared to step within her home? Her nostrils took in the stranger cologne, masculine and musky. A warm thouch of familiarity wraped around her mind and for a moment she hesitated to peel her ebon lips to dsplay her canines. Hesitating? To protect us? TRAITORRR Never! she gave a thunderous snarl to them as she lounged forward towards the moving silhouette in the darkness. As she rose from the ground, attempting to pounce on the male, her paws extended in order to hopefully grasp some fresh flesh. She was not aware of who it was, all she knew was that this was the second masculine figure that entered her Swamps. The swamps were truly hers? No, but that did not stop her to protect them and consider them so. She was astonished that someone would casually ignore the markers. Speech |
