Ouroboros Spine run desire run

Sorry this is garbage, I'm distracted by Popcorn Time omg.

They glared, they grinned, and gradually Salamander began to pace. Her legs were stiff, but her movement fluid. She watched and walked, keeping her eyes upon the shadow's own until the dark girl's teeth flashed and the growling became an agitated chorus. Salamander's tongue snaked out, licking the air and - then she faltered. Her teeth sheathed themselves but the grimace remained firmly placed upon her pale face. This stranger's scent was one of the marks upon the earth. This land, these mountains, must have belonged to her - or someone similar. The red-furred girl pulled back from the confrontation for a moment.

"Move." She slurred, her voice trying to be commanding, trying to dissuade an attack, but knowing it was to some degree, pointless. She stopped pacing long enough to duck her head - only a few inches - and looked towards the west where she had originated. Saying, in her limited way, that she would get the hell out if the shadow would let her.

Unless she was lying. Salamander was always up for a fight, and it had been ages.