Firestone Hot Springs Tired mechanical heart beats till the song disappears.

her brow furrowed as this story was told, openly and plainly. a murderous alpha, then - but she could hardly claim innocence in the subject. a smirk echoed his in his last few words, and a "correct" slipped from her maw, mirth glinting again. she knew these lands, knew them well, for the most part. 

next came a youth, obviously with opinions on just how great he was, tone arrogant and snarky. she could deal with this better than she could the girl, however, and when Cry and the male had their little exchange, she turned towards the shore and slipped into shallower waters. "Who are you, boy? Or should I simply call you Sad Story?" came her voice, a fake kind of thoughtful, tempered tone. He was young, and obviously cocky, so she had been quick to label him as the Nightmare child. But she would be damned should she call the boy thus, the lofty title serving to flame his cocky ego.