A Little Practice

The sudden presence of another was a little surprising as Dusk hadn't expected anyone else to be there at that moment. Or ever, really. It was a nasty place, so why would anyone in their right mind want to visit it? You know... other than herself.

Dusk's long, prehensile tail whipped about with audible snaps as she aimed towards this spider and the next. How many had they killed now? Hundreds? Owls swooped down at the earthen fae's bidding. Dusk had left her companions at home. It was difficult enough to use Whisper with them around. It was hard to use her weapon with the owls about as well, so she periodically had to resort to stomping them with her clawed paws. There was no way in hell she was putting a spider in her mouth.

"Dusk Carpathius"