Crazy Aunt
03-31-2019, 08:26 AM
Her auditory system caught the commotion inside. Soon enough she did realize where her beloved brother spawns were and the witch moved towards the den in her skeletal state. One by one her slender limbs moved; her cerulean gaze focused on the dark entrance and just before she could part her ebon lips her ears flickered on top of her cranium, registering a secondary voice before the source moved into the frame. Engulfed by shadows, a tiny frame, smaller then she would have imagined, emerged from the den entrance; petite head popping out of it in a defense state, asking questions that were bigger than her. Who does she think she is? She is just like her father. I know, it is just like him. came the voice of the schizophrenic woman, turning her cranium towards the right and indulging in her delussional state of mind that created ilussions of spirits and ghost that only she could see and hear. Her attention returned towards the young pup that was the spitting image of her father in spirit, a leader that took initiative. I am your father's sister. she offered with her cordial hisses. There was no point in playing mind games with some pitiful pups therefore she considered a straight-forward approach would win her some favors before it was too late. After all, she had no reason to hate the spawns of her brother like she hated their witch of a mother. Before too long the woman came to a halt as soon as she was able to clearly see within the den, resting at approximately 5 tails away from the courageous pups. Cerulean eyes locked their gaze upon her as her chesire grin spread across her jaws, splitting them, parting them open to let place for sharp canines to be on display. Speech |
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