Qeya River your ivy grows

it would seem the buzzards do have reason to circle, and they do so with the utmost displeasure. the man comes as a shadow does, a mighty beast of black gaping with twin embers of blood red—most unwelcome. they stare, and she stares back, apprehensive. her throat tightens; the faintest whimper threatens to escape as her lips curl up then back again, flashing teeth stained with the remnants of her last meal. a flicker of her pink tongue darts out, sliding across fang and moistening her lips in nervous gesture. fa'liya's legs curl closed beneath her in defense, a desperate act of defense against the encroaching dread. her ears flatten.

for an agonizing moment, silence swallows them whole and they do nothing at all, locked in stalemate. their breaths synchronize in shared space. the beast does not budge, and so the girl grates her voice to speak. she is sure it will add no fear factor, she prays it is enough to make him more keen to move on. there was nothing for him here. "not looking for friends. go away." she hisses, lanzadoii rolling hard from her tongue.