The Heartwood Angel With A Shotgun

Arina smiled and shook her head slightly. She stood up and walked around him, as if trying to tease the brute. His emerald optics focused upon her heterochromatic ones. He was definitely handsome himself and looked to him. Ashton. That was actually a pleasant name that matched the brute perfectly. The sound of black birds reverberated across her lobes as she knew that trouble always came when black birds called out their obnoxious song.

"There's trouble, we should move." She could hear the sound of snarling but she continued to walk through the forest, making sure if Ashton was following suit. Her one bad eye kept on causing her to sometimes whack into a tree, causing her to become embarrassed. "Also, my name is Arina."