catching strays

Red, crimson substances stained the Mendacium's face, from a previous bloodshed she found herself into. One that even though she didnt look for, she took part like if she was. A group of coyotes decided it was a nice thing to mess with her, and of course she held no mercy against no one she gave them their price for being so fucking stupid to mess with the wrong wolf. She had no time for bullshit, so she preferred to end it in the way she knew, the only bloody way. Her neck was adorned by a heavily spiked collar, one she crafted herself. She liked it.

She looked around, cold eyes traveling. This place was a shithole, hot and smelling of rotten crap. She guessed this place had seen many of it's travelers die. But she didn't care. She herself was a bringer of death, taking other's lives without remorse, doing so like if it was as easy as breathing, like if that didn't mean any trouble doing. And the blood in her mouth was the perfect and best proof one could get of such statement.

She took note of corpses in stage of putrefaction , bones, and vestiges of whatever died there. This was a nice place to picture Imperia in. One who never cared for this topics, being one to kill like if it was essential in her life. Being deprived of love from the very start of her shitty life, she had none to spare, none to give, and apathy was very much her whole self. Her nose captured humid airs, and thundering from above. It would rain, so it would be wise to get cover, and slowly she made her way to a cave, not noticing her cousin at first.

"Speech"