The girl was still bloodied from her latest kill. The silver of her shaggy fur was doused in a nice layer of crimson from that bitch that snuck up on her. Those beautiful purple orbs were still bright as ever, the thrill of the slaughter kept her excited for hours on end. Nausica bathed in the other girls blood with such manic. It was enticing. Yet, her massive paws carried her further into the north. With each step the Gods vowed to strike her down, but she laughed in their pretty faced. The Saxe fae found herself upon the threshold of the Northern Mines. It was a human thing, her mother explained to her the humans were things from the past that built odd things upon the earth. The Mines were obviously made from the creatures, yet it did not cause her fear. The purple hued vixen slithered in without a second glance. There was a scent of blood and male. Every inch of her body tingled with excitement. Death? Man? Blood? The femme nearly squeaked with joy as she casually sauntered into the various human made caverns. Nausica looked around with those lush eyes in excitement until her paws carried her further and further in. The scents got thicker as her eyes fell upon the sight of an alabaster and crimson man. He snapped at the air, his jaws closed with a loud echo. The bitch was not scared, she stepped up to him slightly. The boy looked quite deranged and ugly, but he excited her to the core. The luxurious tones of the massive yearling filled the air in such intensity the Gods ceased their bickering. "You look like fucking shit."