Greatwater Lake pick your fortune

Being a vampire would have been enough for Joestar to run over and kick her ass, but now she was messing with his food. His face twisted into a wicked snarl anger flaring from upright angle of his raised hackles. Bitch! He cursed in his head, immediately galloping after her with such swift speed he didn't notice the ice crackling just behind his thundering paws. The woman though was lighter on her feet, Jojo's bulk hindering him in that aspect but he'd built up his stamina for such situations, and he would find her and possibly rip off her ear--if only to mark her as thief.

Too cocky for her own good, the black she-devil slowed to a natural gait though he continued to barrel in on her with all the force of quarterback. Attempting to launch himself into such a way that he would pull up and viciously yank his fangs into her scruff.