Wheeling Gull Isle a fájdalom a harag

she had made her peace with the torn flesh, the agony resonating angrily from her loins, but she had not expected to see another creature near unto her so soon after ferahgo's assault. having found nothing in her quest for sustenance, erzsébet turned with malice writ upon her face to glare darkly at the woman who followed. "what business is it of yours?" came her black snap. 

she did not wish to be disturbed, not with ire still roiling within her, not with her face lacerated by cruel teeth. and so her pale hackles rose; she took a step toward the bonechewer wench with clear intention of attack if her coldness was not heeded.