Feed The Hungry

Onyx huffed an obviously fake laugh, though the corner of her maw was still pulled just slightly upright at his reaction, "I'm not so scared. Or worried, whichever makes you feel more like a man." She joked, but she held truth in her words about the "fireflies". She wasn't scared of them. She wouldn't expect what could, or wouldn't happen. She had no idea and she didn't care. "Bunch of pansy ass boys." she chuckled lightly to herself while keeping her gaze down at the colored ice sheen, "You can take me as a sacrifice if they demand it, seems like no one else would be as worthy as one."

"Onyx"