Ravensblood Forest Blackworm

The girl took her offer with a gleam of excitement, if she really did have a collection of plucked eyeballs Worm would only be disappointed to not get to see it with the one she kept. white wolf talked, but remained leashed to the will of the man. He called the shots, this much Worm could see. 

He circled with devouring eyes, picking out which piece they might've taken; much as it sounded like a joke, Worm wasn't entirely opposed to trading something for simple passage. Hell, she displayed herself with a bold pride unfitting for one of her stature, matching the playful muse sung from the man of dark sienna as he skulked around.

Desecration was just another way to shatter that part of her that was still tethered to that place. She didn't care what happened to this body.

Perhaps there were things wrong with her. 

He offered a job. The vagabond could hardly say no to something like that.

...I think I'll take y'up on it. She murmured, a grin teasing at the edge of her mouth, for the most part she kept her expression as severe and unsettling as it always was. I could work off my debt. I'll do whatever it is you need.

Danger on her tongue, temptation laid in veiled words. No qualms, no conditions, just a frightening willingness to act. How well this had turned out for her.