First Winter

The large footsteps of another would annonce the precense of a third brute. The Stench of other women on his pelt would just wrinkle up the little darlings nose in discust. Though the brutes precense did make an inpact.. as if the whole atmosphere would change.. like death. The blackened hole you'd fall into but never come out of. Typical. As those piercing green orbs observe each one closely they fall upon Samona for a moment.. maybe to long for comfort. " would you like a picture hunny? it might last you longer." Ah she spoke! some would think she was a mute being; the circumstance by having such radiant beauty. Though young, the girl can appear older then she seems, especially with the maturity and seductive tones of the sultry voice. An eyebrow would arch in disaproval before blinking twice. Blunt. It made the little one quite adorable actually. Stepping out of the gripping shadows the true colours would show; the perfect blend for an intrueging fae. Now the romantic hues would set on all three, observing. The slender bodice is quite unpredictable due to how much she eats. The feast of thousands. Now thinking about it.. it was as if something was clawing away in her stomach waiting to be fed. It was hunger she strived on the most. To seek it and engulf it whole in the second it appears. The structure of Samona would stay rather straight the two front ligements carefully in front of another to montain the balance. Lashes flickering repeatably across the voids.