I'm your source of self-destruction

The bitch of dark pecan almost soot hued wandered alone, after the meeting with the other dark spruce hinted woman, crimson apricot eyes shooting out at her surrounds of the foreland laid before her, the terra firma allowing caramel dirt to swirl around with a humid air that combed it's fingers threw the womans coat. Ears lacing against her skull. Charcoal clouds covered the sun shortly after her arrival. Looking with a promise of rain, but it wouldn't, and this pissed the woman off even more. A curl of her lips, revealing powdered fangs.

Soon her cranium rises to the pewter sky, allowing a long sharp cry out for anyone to heed the warning. Her paws stomping into the ground. She wanted to taste the life force between her lips, on her tongue. The now onyx woman with walnut undertones would wait with such annoyance. A fucking fight. A fight to cause injury or anything of sorts. Something that brought her back to the earth.

Thing was it wasn't the woman known as Hala calling out, but a brutish howl. The voice cold feeling no empathy. "Blood will be spilt here, it does not matter whos. But blood will be spilt." Stephan stated coldy to whom ever listened.

Hala Indigo