Horizon Ridge the lotus-eaters

Hey, retard, are you trying to hug the tree or fuck it?

Excuse me? Basilie heard the voice and turned to face it, as if to meet the foul language head-on. The look upon her face was a mixture of surprise and insult, with a thin array of spiking fur along her shoulders. Her eyes flashed with ire, although the entire moment was over and dealt with within a heartbeat. Did she wish to dignify such an awful sentiment with an answer? Not really.

But when she caught sight of his pale figure, she couldn't help but make a sharp-toned remark: Clearly neither. It wasn't as lengthy a response as she could've made, but Basilie didn't want to deal with him - already judging the stranger as beneath her. Commoners... I will never understand your kind. She commented sourly to herself as she got to her paws, leaving behind the tree with a few swift strides.