I beg you don't embarrass me motherfucker

Queen of Heaven
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someone replies- an effeminate voice. cheery and nearly shouting as they came into view. it was a small dame with common colors, lanky and thin. the stranger couldn't of been more different from ishtar who stood still then, ruby eyes looking them over once. "how narrow." she commented on their lack of awareness. wolves crept at every corner. surely this fae knew that? "and keep it down please. i'm gauging prey here." ishtar was serious with plain tones. partially apologetic that she couldn't reciprocate the same delight of the other.
the woman's face was stoic and in a sense, masculine. her voice thick and deep unlike that of her company. "my name is ishtar." she sniffed the air once, noting the other's pack scent. "what of you? what pack keeps you?" she inquired with a dip of her head in a quick gesture of greetings.

"talk" 'think'