Throw your hands up and pretend you wanna fight me

Pixie · (This post was last modified: August 06, 2018, 03:18 PM by Pixie.)

The forest is not her forest.

This is abundantly clear from the uniform straightness of the tree trunks to the open, airy beauty of summer to the picturesque stream that wound through its heart like a snake.

Even as the trio rested beneath the leafy coverage provided by the canopy; another prowled these woods. The bitch moved with neither hesitation nor unease, powerful strides confident as they carried her silently over the forest floor. A fierce grace propelled her movements - that of a predator who had little to fear; indeed, the witch was more accustomed with instilling fear.

Pixie found herself longing for the foggy gloom of her forest, the ensnaring creeper vines and the tangle of black tree limbs snaking overhead - blotting out sunshine. It was in the dark the witch most thrived, even now appearing strangely out of place amongst the sunshine and flowers.

The femme had paused on fire-kissed toes, examining the recently abandoned carcass of some kind of feline, for there was something abstractly artistic to the way the fawn's chest just seemed to explode outwards...when the wind shifted.

The witch tipped back her head, her palette flooding with the dark, woodsy scent of other wildlings like herself. She grabbed the infant ungulate ungently by the throat, unbothered by the scent or the taste. It had not corrupted yet, and the witch had eaten worse.

The scent led her to a small grouping of only three - two females and a single male. Pixie did not show caution as she approached, though she did lower her head as she slunk forward - dropping the corpse unceremoniously before the male, who she assumed to be the leader based on his gender.

The witch retreated a step from his umber form, throat bared deferentially as a low hum left it - nothing more than a placating sound of greeting.

She turned mismatched eyes on the lot of them next, crooking a smirk in their direction as her eyes burned into them - questioning what they would do as much as she was testing them.