Witch's Marsh Unrequited

She hated him. Maybe because he had truly hurt her, or maybe it was simply that he had something she wanted.

It bothered her that Hunst would not fight, that he would not indulge her, feed her rampage. He was no peacemaker, nor was he Reverie. He had no right to attempt to calm Hokulani or make demands of her.

In an instant she lurched forward, snapping sharp pearly fangs at him, but stopped before she made any contact. A threat, as though she wished to say that she too could fight, that she could have him by the neck if she desired.

Another growl and she turned to begin stalking off.

"You sound like my father. He was an annoying fuck like you." Barely a child anymore, Hokulani would need to grow up.