Moving In

The woman turned defenses shooting up. A wicked smiled curled her red lips as her father spoke, requesting that the trespasser be welcomed. But instead she would continue to push the woman deeper into the caves, nails clicking against the stone groound. Tthe woman moved away from her. She was smart not to attack, though her aggression might get her in trouble. She listened to the words that spewed annoyingly from the trespasser, who claimed to live her. "Well you don't live her anymore." Low lyrics dripped from russet jaws, blue and silver eyes bright with twisted excitement and curiosity. What would her father do with this woman? She stood in her place, blocking the woman's path. Audits swiveled, listening to a man proclaim his loyalties to her father. No one could be as loyal as his children.