Murder, she wrote.

'Stupid stupid girl. Telling a complete stranger that of your calling, he can use it against you moron. Or did you not think about that.' Once more, Stephen did not allow her to have moments alone. Was she foolish for telling the chocolat brute her name? Being that of a demon, gothic style name. Twin peaks shifted upon her cranium, confusion rippled within reddish orange pools. She was a idiot. A stupid idiot at that. She growled, and lowered her skull towards the earth, her hackles rose once again, her mind flashing to Achyla. Or who she had thought or imagined as Achyla's once more. 'There is your blood standing right infront of you, waiting for his time to rip you to peices. To shed and soak the ground of your own fur and blood, maybe allow you to say goodbye to those that do care about the worthless peice of shit that you are..'

"You have brought the judgement. Achyla what shall it come down to." Visionaires shifting towards the masculine once more. Not being able to recall if it was Achyla, or another. He didn't sound like him, but it didn't make her worry any less, she allowed saliva to drip from her maw, tainting the ground below her own mass. She may not be as big or brawny, but she was surefooted and fast upon her own legs. If that needed to happen.

Confusion, a blanket of it clouded her mind. Making the illusion seem more real than what it already was for the woman. Her brother was here to bring death knocking on her door as she had him. Was it right of her? Maybe...maybe not. She looked to the other. "Achyla, we end this now!" She wanted death to bring her down, wanted it, so the voices would stop. A tender younger vocals slipped threw her mind. But it was too late. 'It is not Achyla.. Hala. No need to speak to this stranger who seems to want to help.' What if it wasn't her brother, and she was snapping like this?

Hala Indigo