Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

ye look an awful lot like nox, she drawled, the lilt thick in her tone, each word a jab as sharp as her gaze. he send you out here, or are ye just some stray with a pretty story?

she tilted her head, her stance loose but ready, as if she could strike or retreat at any moment. her lips twitched, but it wasn’t a smile—it was something caught between humor and disbelief. fightin’ beasts twice my size, ye say? aye, and i’m the queen of the bloody moors, she sneered, a sharp, biting edge to her voice.

her tail flicked once, sharply, a warning in its movement as she leaned slightly closer. so what’s the game, then? think i’m daft enough to buy yer tales? or just daft enough to let you slink past? she scoffed, her voice low and mocking.

ye can tell me all about it, rogue, but if ye want me to believe it, ye’ll have to do better than lookin’ like his sorry shadow.