Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

her lip curled, showing a glint of teeth as she stepped forward, her movements deliberate and bristling with irritation.

fuck you say t'me? she snapped, her voice thick with the mummer's accent, rough and unapologetic. the words were a challenge, her tone daring him to try her patience further.

she tilted her head, tail swishing low but sharp, the motion deliberate as she appraised him. you wander up ‘ere, bad leg ‘n all, flappin’ yer gums like you ain’t got no sense. her gaze darted to his limp, the faintest flicker of amusement in her expression, though it didn’t soften the steel in her voice.

ye best be careful. fiersum sight might be the last sight ye ever see.