Listen To My Mouthful of Razors

The dark pelted woman grinned as she trotted through the area. The heat surrounded her, as she closed her eyes and felt the warmth, almost feeling as if Hell itself was burning around her and engulfing her with her presence, and she just adored every second of being here. She howled out in laughter when she happened to see a mouse run into the lava, burning itself alive. How stupid was it that it would be willing to kill itself for no reason or that it didn't even see the long river of burning ground?

Her mint green optics shimmered with interest. She sat down upon her haunches and gave a smile, wrapping her tail around her bodice. Why she was here? The dame was not entirely sure, her body only told her to come here, so she waited to see what would happen, eyes showing interest.

"Speech"