Greatwater Lake Angel And The Demon

She turned her cranium over to where the brute had been expected to be standing, his tone deep yet monotone in realization. His coat was dark, and she did not know if he was here to fight or kill her, for if he did try and fight her, she knew she would end up coming up short within the squabble due to her missing leg. She turned her body and lied down, meeting his flame colored gaze that consisted of orange and red colors. His eyes were definitely different, but astonishing to see to say the least.

"Salutations," she would say to him. He smelled like a pack wolf, though her tone was more angelic and more upper class than the brute before her, she would at least show respect to the man that could easily kill her within a matter of time if he so desired. The sounds of crows echoed in her lobes, but she paid no heed to their rambunctious calls, she was more concerned about the male that seemed to come and greet himself to her.