Haunted Wood I can’t pretend cause

He did question her.
She expected it really. She just smirked as they walked. He'd see soon enough.

The ground of his grave has long since grown over again.
The grass locked together in short spikes. Feeding off his flesh.
Do you want me to pray?
"If you wish to do so."
She didn't care much for words...but for the dead. It might sound better coming from a man of God. But no, those words couldn't come yet.

Her ruby eyes turned and settled on another, pale stranger. Anger bubbled up inside her, insults formulating, a plan f attack ready to be set into motion.
Her tail raised high, flicking with irritation. Fur prickled.
Who the fuck was this?

He answered her thoughts; Vein. Vanity, and Vein (to her it sounded like Vain).
The revelation didn't calm her.
"Shut up." Her voice was almost a whisper. Her unwavering gaze didn't leave the man.
O'Malley, take the reigns, stop her from starting a brawl.
Her muscles tensed, hoping one of them would crack her bloodlust - today wasn't for that, but to be fucking interrupted in such a precious fuc-
She let out the breath she was holding.