kicking names and taking ass
dear auntie fel
08-16-2020, 03:05 PM
Dainty black paws picked their way over the stone littered ground. This was a nice, comfortable place to be. Plenty of solitude. Relaxing water sounds. Grunting puppy noises. Wait... What? The marbled woman stopped in her tracks and, curling her neck, looked behind her. A groan sounded inside her mind as red eyes lit upon the exceptionally small form of Pyrrhic's spawn. She was dressed ridiculously in remnants of dead animals and for some reason had thorns around her neck. What was the little idiot up to now? For a moment Fel considered just letting the girl go on her merry way. If she died, she died. Ah, but the silver streaked woman was currently in poor standing due to her absence. If she let the wretch wander off and die and it was discovered that she could have done something about it... well, best to avoid that. What an inconvenience. With a sigh, she altered her course, turning and leaping down a few levels of rocky platforms to place herself yet again in the path of the headstrong child. "Go home," she ordered, her bloody gaze stern and unbending. Children were such a bother. Why did they always seem to flock to where she was? It was annoying. If she had to pick the little bastard up and take it back to its obviously incompetent mother, she would not be happy. "Speech" |
Fel can often be a very...mature character. Be aware.