The dark shadow tinted temptress would easily pace down through the red forest at a trot.
A set of chords would call out to her in lyrics, the obsidian woman turning her head to seek out the one who had disturbed her peace. Her topaz eyes would land on a goddess painted in gold, ebony marks swirling themselves around sapphire blue audits.
"Well, I can easily hide from the big bad wolf and easily jump into the shadows," she would respond to her, soft tone laced with a hard set of chords, dark paws stopping in their tracks. The fae was large, but Mari was a fighter. A warrior. If the golden lady would attempt to stir up any trouble with the obsidian woman, Mariposa wouldn't hesitate to protect herself from a bad situation.
