Horizon Ridge Freaky & The Freakshow

LMAO only nice when it suits her <3

having adjusted to her presence and shaken the last of sleep from his tired eyes, the male apprised her. proudly, the crone withstood his searching gaze, bearing with a cold triumph the lattice of fresh wounds on her neck. see it, and beware -- the salt-crone thought to herself grimly, knowing the raw talisman served well to warn strangers of her poor temper.

and yet, very little of her bad disposition seemed evident by the cheerless smile she bore; as the yearling blurted out how poorly she looked, caiaphas accepted it with a knowing smile. at the very least she could make some use of him, considering he had asked her if he could be of service.

oh, that was his first mistake -- already caiaphas' interest coiled around him. "a run-in with a bad lot." she answered, giving him just enough detail that she hoped he would at least stay around and assist her for more -- "not a good crowd to have on our nice shore, ah! but i digress. you are very helpful, what is your name?"