the warm-honey woman does not react immediately against her falling into side-step and witchbaby flashes a broad grin. she loves it when the stars align and the actors play their parts just-so, even if she herself works without the script. scent works just as well - a rabbit is the object of their tracking, she puts together, licking her lips as the fuzzy thing comes into sight.
the strange-lovely girl looks to her - she quirks a red brow, her grin never wavering, and snaps forward like a rocket, going straight for the hapless hare with her new companion presumably at her heels.
It was all done in silence.
The stalking of the prey, the exchange of looks and smiles that soon rise to both of the girls' lips. Then, also without warning her smaller companion launches herself to the attack. Aurelia does not hesitate to jump after her, her own teeth seeking to meet the rabbit's plump body and call it a sucessful afternoon. The two girls moved quickly, almost in a perfect unision which was pretty amazing considering neither had uttered a single word to one another.
Finally one of them meets their mark, and Aurelia with the wriggling critter hanging from her jaws finishes the job promptly. Once the body has gone completely limp she lets go, allowing it to fall at her feet with a thump. Though it is a lie that she couldn't have done it without the help of her companion, she feels the desire to show her gratitude nonetheless.
With a shy smile she lowers her head and nudges the meaty carcass towards the girl.
She had not had time to really contemplate her silent partner in crime with all the running and jumping, she notes inmediately she is a pretty thing, a smile growing again on Aurelia's face.
But it is her eyes, oh her eyes - the same color of her favorite sunset, that leave the young preta hypnotized.
Though her own stomach is empty and greedily growling, the Lockhart waits until the pink-eyed beauty accepts to take the first bite.
the pair is swift-footed and sure as they take down the carcass, wb cackling in delight at the crunch of bone and flesh. easily she seats herself by the strange woman, tail curled around her toes, not expecting the gift of the rabbit itself - she'd joined in just to see what'd happen, and their natural rhythm'd been a pleasant surprise to the coy witch.
but she ain't about to turn down free meat and so she shifts and takes a delicate bite, then nudges it back over with a grin, saying around flesh, "ta, darlin'." she swallows and sits back again, eyes playful. "i'm wb - that was fun!"
*shamelessly flirts because witchbaby is bae*
The girl accepts her humble offering and the Lockhart's smile widens into a content grin.
They are complete strangers who owe each other nothing, yet Aurelia is pleased to be able to share the little she has. Though something her greed gets the best of her, she is a generous creature by heart - especially with those she felt some sort of sympahty towards.
And this swift-footed pink eyed beauty was making her feel some sort of way for sure.
She takes her pick and returns the bitten rabbit which Aurelia quickly proceeds to sniff and then bite herself. She savours the flesh and swallows hungrily. Darlin'. Oh, she feels her lips curling again into a shy smile. "Wb?" she questions, wanting to know what it stands for. "it was really fun" she agrees then, her voice growing more confident as her tail begings swishing from side to side before she takes another bite of the carcass. "im Aurelia - sometimes i say my name is Kitty though" she barks, licking her lips and meeting the girls eyes with her own. She does not know why she has revealed her fake name, the one she uses when she is up to no good. Maybe its cuz when the girl's pink eyes rest on her, words seem to fall more loosely from her mouth.
she licks her lips, watching the way the golden silver woman's lips curve up, an airy giggle escaping her. "witchbaby," the starlet clarifies, leaning closer in conspiratorial air, sharing the secret. "an' it's a pleasure to meet you, miss aurelia," she adds, her smile widening to a grin, "or d'you prefer 'kitty'?" both lovely names for a lovely face, and wb is like to slip between the two as-is -- it's charming to her, this other name business. in a way ain't that what she's doing with ty's "wb"? though maybe she should come up with something else - a stage name - oh, but, she's already got the perfect one - what's better than witchbaby?
but enough of her. more interesting is this beautiful woman and her generous ways, and witchbaby dips her head, eyes bright and curious. "ain't every day you fall into sync that way," she says playfully, toeing the rabbit's bone-bared carcass, "are you from 'round here?"
sorry i took foreverrrr
i lost all muse but found it now yay
Witchbaby.
She echoes silently the name, finding it complety charming and fitting for the small pink-eyed beauty. She smiles instantly, her cheeks growing a tinge hot as the girl leans in closer to her.
Oh heavens, she thinks as she is able to sink her eyes more directly into the puddles of pink that are wb's pupils.
"Kitty" she breathes almost as a reflex.
Though this other persona or alias she makes up for herself is most often an act she puts up for her trouble-making anticts, she often uses kitty as an outlet for the wild and the fearless nature that truly resides in her heart and that as Aurelia she feels she cannot fully be. She nibbles some more on the rabbit, the hunger that she previously felt fading with each small bite she took.
Again she feels her cheeks grow warm as the starlet notes the rarity of falling in synch like that.
Its true, never has Aurelia had such a hunt where no words were spoken but no words were truly needed.
"im from far away actually, but i'd like to be from around here " she barked with a small smile, she liked the places she had seen of the Wilds so far, and she was sure there was far more beauty to discover yet. She did not particularly missed home, Starlight Terrace, for she thought all the growing she could do there she had done. Now she was all about the growing elsewhere. eveywhere else.
"are you?" she asked back, her fluffy tail tip curling in a cat-like manner as her yellow eyes twinkled in curiosity.
pretty kitty, though of course the scarlet witch has no idea what a kitty is. or, oh, she does: this beautiful being in front of her (ha!)
she's from far away; well, so is wb, and she grins a little, shaking her head. "same as you," the girl tells her, "i ain't always so keen on settlin' down, though." bhediyon a rare exception, and winter threatens her peace-found wandering, but only time can tell what will become of the red-painted femme. "what 'bout you? a pack-wolf type or a wanderer?"