yeah she wanna fuck with me
05-05-2024, 11:32 PM
She's quick. All of her is quick, fidgety, not nervous but something else. Something far closer to unhinged. Riot doesn't need to be kept on the rails to be an effective fighter, to be efficient. Deadly. Head low to the ground, her gaze fixed on the herd of oxen. No longer alone, but with Ezekiel somewhere off to her side. Fine, she'd accept the help, this time. Seek and destroy, but this time with intent. Like a bat out of hell, Iscariot takes off after the weanling ox calf. Teeth gnashing, snarling and snapping as she cuts it from the herd. Driving herself forward, pushing, forcing-- all of Riot is fearsome in this moment. |
honduran white bats, chaos & calamity (clam)