Bite Me Baby

It seemed that, for now, at least, Lyria was still lucky. She did not have to worry about such a thing yet. And, yet she was growing bored already. As she went on her way, ivory paws barely touching the ground, she smelt it. This was not her loved scent of blood, no; this was a new scent, one that she did not particularly care for. Still, curiosity led her towards the scent. Lyria would at least figure out what in the world it was. After what seemed like forever, she came across another female, in the water. The tiny demon's nose wrinkled and her vibrant gaze stared down with obvious scorn as she muttered a few words. "You smell awful."