Broken Antler Fen You will pray to the god you always denied

Pearl looked irritably at Kinra, who so rudely interrupted getting exactly what she wanted. These 'problems' could easily be taken care of. All she had was her irrevocable desire and lust, not to mention lack of empathy, and with that combination she could do anything. What would they even do at the lake? It was so incredibly boring there. It was far more interesting here with the easily manipulated males that had a lot to offer. 

She looked at the silver female innocently, blinking like an adorable little virgin that she somehow still was. Even still, there was something off with her imitations of emotion. She sneered and took a stride away from the gray festival, turning around with all the sass and confidence of a model. A feral, nearly psycho model. She started to chuckle, which gradually turned into a low growl along with the raising of her hackles. Oh, this was going to be fun. Pearl was fixated on her goal, and Kinra was only another obstacle.