Lilah Sakah
A thick musky smell tainted the moist air, a stench that was just as foul as it was familiar and indicative. It was a scent the female had known well— inside and out. As if the fates had predicted her restlessness, that she needed an outlet of some kind to imbue her frustrations as of late, an opportunity seemingly fell into her lap. She did not pester herself with the useless notions of gods above, but there were a handful of times a whisper of a doubt would linger. Surely if there were a chorus of gods however, they wouldn’t waste themselves rewarding the insolence of a godless heathen such as she. The snapping of twigs under weighted paws and a low bellow drew her attention.
The sound of crackling wood was followed quickly by a low roar that rumbled within the beast. Instead of striking fear into her, Lilah’s silver gaze glimmered with a new intensity. She was quick on her feet, muscles poised to the challenge of scaring the creature off with her demeanor alone. It wasn’t the response she had desired of herself, but a lone female newly turned rogue hadn’t possessed excellent odds against a creature of that stature. The sound of bark splintering caused her to look up and spot the dark mass that was quickly climbing down the tree in slow moving pursuit. Her hackles arose in a wall of dark fur, a large grin shaping her face once more as a violent snarl rumbled forth from her throat.
The Viper’s tongue would tremble with the desire to taste blood. Should she lunge and tear something from the large mass of coarse brown fur and muscle, she’d indulge her yearnings, briefly. At what cost however? There was nothing to distract it, no way to bring it down solo. She’d settle for attempting to scare it shitless instead.
"The Viper is speaking."
