Blackfeather Woods you have witchcraft in your lips

I know this says the setting is BFW but technically, she's outside the borders as of right now. @Eldritch <3

The mambo's gait was slinking, feral and uninhibited as shadow-steps kissed the earth with subconcious care -- silent as whispers and yet, absent, the habit of a huntress. Occasionally, the scales of Aphelion's coils twisted and curled where he draped about her throat like the finest pendant, lifting his coppery head at whim to scent the air with a flickering tongue. 

She saw his mouth open in her peripherals as they came upon the fringes of the black wood -- murmuring with energies that spoke of a heart just as dark as the shrouded trees of its boundaries -- unnerved as he was by the raucous cries of the warring corvids in the canopy. 

Aerenys shushed him with a soft coo, the way a mother might her own child, as she stilled -- mismatched optics peering into the shadows with the faintest glimmer of curiosity in their depths, something unspoken singing in her blood, as if perhaps it recognized the site of her kin's legacy. 

"We go on then, yeah," the witch drawled soothingly beneath her breath in a Cajun accent, allowing her tongue to rasp briefly across the snake's head as he rose and wavered before her lips again -- as if he too wished to catch a glimpse of the wood's secrets.