Blackbeak Bluff pwazon

mireille looked up from her fury to see a man, an unassuming and furry man, one who resembled bartholomew in look if not in coloration.
but he was a man all the same, and her wrath was kindled anew.
"gawk!" she snarled with all the force of a curse. "gawk an' tell me why i should not be tearin' your eyes from your fool head!"
the young obsidian prowled forward, possessive and enraged. she did not care his appearance for now, only his status as pathetic and lowly man.