Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

adopting the rather intense mood of a wolf lost to their primal focus, astara lurched for valour like a dire shade come to life. her jaws swept for his cheek to pin him, and came up empty -- for the boy had seen her attack and feinted appropriately.

now things were becoming stale for the blackbird; she wished for more bloodletting. she was guilty of getting carried away -- the pain he had inflicted awoke a malevolent mood in the melonii, and now she would get her pound of flesh.

with her tail arced proudly behind her, astara bid valour to come hither -- her fangs ready for rebuke.