Her bloodshot eyes twitch uncomfortably, under her  un-groomed, jet black tendrils. Crimson liquid stain her crooked neck from her previous fight with the mountain lion, yet her facial features were stained with a corruptive and perpetual cheshire grin fore she finally managed to suck the mother and her cubs dry of any traces of blood and her stomach was finally full, nevertheless she still maintained her skeletal figure fore anything other than blood she considered poison. Honey, I am home! a brazen, yet intimidating voice escaped her, a greeting towards the spirits; booming without flinch. A baleful cackle supresses from behind murderous canined. She would never be seen standing bone-straight; always crouched awkwardly, imitating a tarantula's scuttle. Her presence alone could drain anyone's elated feelings, seemingly absorbing it for is own selfish self, leaving those around her child-like persona deflated and diffused. Bold gluttonous moonlight feed into her cutting teeth stained with blood; fuelling it for her next unlucky encounter. The sky that purloins over her would be smothered with darkening clouds, hiding away any hope of sky candle light. The moon under siege by stars seemed to lighten the night bringing forth stars that shone and hung in the blackness. The never ending blackness consumed everything. Except the stars which stood out like pebbles in front of a storm. Ever enduring these shone with the night cowered in a inky black sky Speech

The swamp was haunting in the spring, the warmer air setting off a dank smell and steam. The fog that settled was low hanging and thick, easy to see over should one be tall enough to break through the barrier. Carthage was lucky enough to rise up through the thick air, able to breathe cleaner oxygen if it weren't for the foul smell making him wish he was breathing anything else. He thought he was alone at first, slowly moving through the swamp and carefully placing each step so he wouldn't fall through the thick marshy spots. He almost did once, and was quick to jet out of the way before sinking too deep. His paw was soaked now, but it was better than the lot of him. The stench of the place had him fooled, for when the woman called out, he jerked his head sharply to the side and saw a faint silhouette of the black woman in the fog. Unaware it was Cordelia, the fur on the nape of his neck rose as he peered at the woman. He wondered what anyone else would be doing out here, and what exactly they were doing, too. He was just wandering, so maybe they were too. Carthage was curious, but not so much so that he wanted to investigate. Instead, he left it up to them to decide, should they notice him anyway. ""

The spider witch was crouched, imitating a tarantula's scuttle as she moved along the fog, they were one. Her features were hardened , dosplaying an immobile face as soon as she realize that she was not alone. Again? Who dared to step within her home? Her nostrils took in the stranger cologne, masculine and musky. A warm thouch of familiarity wraped around her mind and for a moment she hesitated to peel her ebon lips to dsplay her canines. Hesitating? To protect us? TRAITORRR Never! she gave a thunderous snarl to them as she lounged forward towards the moving silhouette in the darkness. As she rose from the ground, attempting to pounce on the male, her paws extended in order to hopefully grasp some fresh flesh. She was not aware of who it was, all she knew was that this was the second masculine figure that entered her Swamps. The swamps were truly hers? No, but that did not stop her to protect them and consider them so. She was astonished that someone would casually ignore the markers. Speech

Although he could barely pick the scent of the woman up, what he could wasn't recognizable. He'd spent a lot of time away from other Kleins to recognize his sisters scent mixed with the foul odor of the swamp. He hadn't expected her to be here anyway, so when the black woman bound towards him shouting something as if she were speaking to herself, Carthage was quick to dodge her reaching forelimbs. A snarl erupted from the pit of his chest, snapping at her wildly though not expecting to make contact with any flesh. A warning. Carthage rarely gave warnings. "What do you think you're doing?" He hissed, eyeing the dark woman and pacing around her slowly as if he were a cat, his head low and tail raised high. Although this wasn't his land by any means, it also wasn't anyone else's the last he checked. So she'd placed some weak borders some time ago, but those hardly meant anything to someone like Carthage. Hell, the entire pack of the Erovrare wolves would likely disregard that sad excuse for a border mark. Still unaware of the fact it was Cordelia, his fur bristled and his skin crawled with the anticipation of a fight. ""

Her mind went at 100 kilometers per hour, auditory system went into over drive as the male noise was met with some of her own, snarls erupted from the spider-witch jaws and yet they were quickly hushed by the phantom words. What was she doing? The beast actually dared to ask. She was protecting those that were hers, of course! This place was sacred for not only her but for the spirits that were very much alive, they were projecting their energy onto her. Her was prowling her, that much was clear from his stance. Her own tail rose towards the skies in a confident and dominant stance, mimicking his own as they began their tango. Peeling back, ebon lips revealed murderos canines, What do you seek? venomous hisses replaces most of the words, her speech defect was thick through the air as they exchanged words. It took more than a moment for his cologne to reach her nostrils but when it did she took a deep inhale. Familiarity overwhelmed her. She recognized this. Carthage? she questioned, halting abruptly in front of him. He came. We know him. He is safe. Carthage, it is you! words that were moments ago filled with venom and toxicity were now filled with awe and surprise. Her own tail began to wag back and forth consierably as it maintained its stance. Speech