Wild Berry Meadow electric fences and guns

her lips curled into a smug smile as he removed the mask he had held so confidently to his face. stone eyes went dark at his refusal to cooperate and the witch found herself taking a bold step forward as if to say she would not take no for an answer. who was he to refuse her anyway? she hung her head low, slowly breathing in the frosted snow before letting out a “tsk” at his unthinkable offer. 

her ears flickered in annoyance as she mumbled something inaudible, silently cursing him as he thought her to be so willing to give up what he sought. two could play at that game. her tail curled over her back in a dominant manner, hips rocking ever so slightly in an attempt to tease him with what he was refused. and as if to add fire to the already burning fuel, berúthiel let out a purr while her eyes lit ablaze with artificial lust, daring him to try and take what she would not allow.