NO SALVATION FOR A BAD GIRL
There is an annoying sound, a crying that Vyvienne finds most obnoxious. Acidic gaze locks upon a frame as it draws closer, but she makes no move to go away. She does not fear and she does not retreat; she is a beast, she is an animal, she is primal and without fear. The boy who comes into her vision is large, about the same size as herself, perhaps heavier in weight. He brings with him a prize, one that he easily subdues. She?s not impressed. It is prey, and he is a predator. The creature has no means by which to combat his bulk; it is an easy win. Acidic gaze devours his frame, attempting to decide if he is worthy of possessing, or if he is something that she truly ought to destroy. ?You look stupid,? she tells him bluntly, finding his harness to look dumb. She finds accessories an oddities to be unnecessary; if one does not consider themselves adequate in their natural form, does not find their power natural and appearance to be sufficient, in her mind they are pathetic. |