you have GOT to be kidding me

The frigid air and buffeting winds bade the ebony bitch seek shelter in a cavern and wait out the blizzard that was beginning to take hold. Shaking the gathering snow and frost from her coat the shadow pelted femme trotted further into the cave, hoping for a stroke of luck that would produce a hot spring further inside. Doubtful, since the gods weren't that kind and everything seemed to hate her. Grumbling oaths under her breath, the she wolf held her tiara between her shoulders and headed further into the enveloping darkness. She wanted the comfort of the shadows and maybe someone who was hot and desperate, so the peace of the cavern wouldn't be completely wasted.

She hadn't been able to catch a break at all, the epidemic that had flooded Alacritia ended up driving her back out of the lands just as she was getting back. A pain in the ass, if anything at all. Honestly, if this shit kept happening someone was gonna get it. A charcoal tipped plume swung at her heels, and the petite wraith continued onward, seeking something warmer than the stone floor. As she came to what seemed like a dead end in a tunnel, her muttered curses got an octave louder, and mismatched pools would turn a deadly glare on the wall before her. Stepping closer, she examined the rock face further and found a small opening. She'd have to squeeze through that damned hole, by the look of things. Fan fucking tastic.

Dropping onto her haunches and folding her forelimbs onto the ground, she started squeezing her petite frame through. The rock scraped against her back, and no doubt she'd lost some of her fur in the act of getting through, but the irritated woman was far beyond giving a shit. Getting to her feet and shaking any bits of stone and rubble that might have come off of the inside of the hole from her coat, she found nothing but pitch black to greet her. Sighing in something that could be taken as boredom, she was as close to content as she could get right now. Striding forward, a forepaw met with an unseen stone. Letting out a yelp of surprise, she jumped back somewhat. At the sound of her startled pain, a cacophony of gods only knew what started up. An earthquake? No, she was standing firmly on solid ground. Leathery wings started beating against her body at every angle like a hail of bodies, and a riot of squeaking and chirping assaulted her audits.

A roar of rage and shock tore from her throat, and delicate jaws began snapping together in an attempt to tear open one of her attackers. There had to be millions of bats in this cave, based on the fact that they were still crashing into her and whacking her with their frail wings, trying to get out through the tiny hole. Her jaws clamped down on a furry body, and she threw it down in anger, leaving it to die on the cold stone floor if it hadn't yet. A small revenge, petty if anything. No one said she was a noble wolf, she'd take what she could get and be bitchy if she could.

The raucous exit of the bats disturbed something overhead, and a rumble could be heard up above. Suddenly, the obsidian temptress was straining her voice to swear above the sound of whatever was going on up there. With a loud whump something fell from above and started spilling over the floor, and a dark smudge could be seen getting closer. There was no escape for her yet, the stupid fucking bats were still flapping their dumb asses out of that fucking hole. She simply stood her ground, and watched whatever was coming slide over the ground towards her. It was getting lighter in the cavern, which would be strange if the onyx wolfess actually gave a shit.

Something cold and somewhat wet slid over her paws, and then her ankles, her shins, knees, then collided with her chest, her neck, and finally buried her completely. When the chill seeped through her fur and pressed against her nose, the name came into her head. Snow. Those stupid fucking bats had started an avalanche with their idiocy. When the rumble overhead stopped, the woman started flailing her limbs wildly, making a little more space around her. With that, she started digging, climbing for the surface before she suffocated or was crushed. Damned if she gave a rats ass about being buried further by making a mess underneath the snow.

Popping up into the brightness of the cavern, heaving sides were pulled out of the snow. She stomped over the thick powder with no ability to care if this went well or not. She was covered in snow, she was cold, and all she fucking wanted was a hot spring and someone to fuck, and maybe something to eat. Yeah, all three sounded great. Dropping her haunches onto the snow, she lowered a dual toned glare to the alabaster drifts and tried to catch her breath. Also, if she didn't calm down she might burst into flames and end up sinking into the snow again. That would suck even more, and she was not in the mood for that load of crap.




"Speech"

I'm one aggressive motherfucker now,
wouldn't you say?