Ravensblood Forest Earthworm

Wouldn't I still be doin' your dirty work regardless? She queries with a coy muse, rising to slink around him like some dark, sea-serpent, her shoulder brushing his own. N' who says I can't find ya some strays. She says as if it is obvious.

Feather-light paws glided across the ground, round back in front where she started, her haunches meeting with the damp grass. So he still wanted her eye. Good. She liked the stakes.

and she wondered what it would feel like, carved from its socket. Half anticipated it regardless of the raid's outcome. Violent men were a dime a dozen, but she couldn't help but wonder what kind of violent their dark captain was; what he and those of his same ilk brought to the land.

Well, don't think I'll make it too easy for you. Silver eyes narrowed, a jest and a challenge all wrapped up in one. She would sharply look back to the water, coyish ears pricked, eyes swallowing the moon, she let its light bathe her features.

Unafraid. Would he remedy it?