Crocodile Dundee

How... interesting this had all turned out to be. Was Pestilence really so threatened by her very existence that she had to make it known? Wolves were strange, strange creatures at times and Thalia couldn't shake the feeling that with each season that passed, she was growing even more alienated from others. This particular encounter only made her feel even more disconnected. Why was she even upset for Thalia over something she had not done, something she had no control over? She was perplexed, though was growing increasingly annoyed as Pestilence continued to speak.

Still she struggled to answer her question, admitting she didn't know. "So you shove your distaste for Abraxas in mine, instead. Makes perfect sense." Pestilence hadn't seemed all that terrible before, even if their initial meeting had been strange, but it was hard now for Thalia to see her in the same light. She not only was a disbeliever, but someone who thought of her family as pollutants - that was enough for her. "Good luck with this stupid creature. Better hope it doesn't wake up," Thalia concluded, knowing she'd admitted she wanted to drag its corpse somewhere earlier. She highly doubted she'd be able to drag it across the water, even if she stayed to help, but Thalia's mind was decided. Not offering her another glance, Thalia twisted around and headed toward the water. Though she was tired and a swim sounded exhausting at best, getting far away from this woman sounded ideal. She might be blood, at least partially, but her ideals overshadowed any heritage the two of them might share.

-exit Thalia-