RUSTED FROM THE RAIN

She twists, lithe and powerful, supple muscle beneath tainted flesh as she whirls, facing she who dared invade her privacy, her mind! A hiss spews from blackened lips as her heated glare falls upon the stranger, so haughty, so content with herself -- convinced she was special -- and she simply snorts, her expression cold, unimpressed. Taut muscles draw her to a rapid halt, ears pivoting forth upon her finite skull as the Lovelle observes the other like a predator watches its prey, waiting for the opportunity to strike -- to prove her own worth. "Nothing that concerns you," she spat, heathen words spewed from devil's lips as she glowers at the larger female, innately despising, loathing -- for this babe was not her family, was not worth her time. Lips curled, revealing a stained sneer across her visage, tail curling in her typical pride over the pale female's spine. "I sin, as do all others. That does not mean I will sin with you," came her supple retort, claws tearing into the softened earth below as the sodden female stood tall, brave -- brash as she always had been, testing this fool to try and cripple her resolve.