The female was appalled, not because of the dealt insult (as it was she hadn’t the slightest idea what it meant), but due to the fact that despite her apparent transgressions, the wounded woman still had the audacity to (what she assumed) insult her. Was she ill? The question rested heavily on her tongue, simply begging to be uttered but rather than continuing to waste her breath, she remained silent turning only to her companion as he addressed the trespassing other. At least the fool had sense to keep himself quiet, although his lacking retreat was bound to earn the rather of the mountain beast.
Catching movement from the corner of her eye, she shot her head around to the nameless female. Her lips unfurled shook with a dare for her to progress, promising consequence if she continued. Her questions had not been answered, no punishment was dealt yet. And she would be damned to see the female leave without further harm for her trouble. Xi’nuata stepped forward… then paused to a slight movement beneath white fur. Even while enraged, she was observant, though through a more red tinted view now than ever before. There was something off about the female, a kind of ‘rounding’ that did not appear naturally brought on by food. The whole of her body seemed to conform to it, making it noticeable yet not in the same eerie instance. Perplexed, she was compelled to halt and looked again to her companion. The trembling of her lips lessened though her teeth remained bare, even as the wild anger gradually seeped from her eyes as she ordered the female.
“Get out.” |