Stone Circle he is without a heart

merrick's rebuke rung in the air, accompanied by an agreeing growl from the nightshade. indeed, ask him -- astara's eyes roved west's form hungrily. he was just a boy, to have killed one of her own -- but did he not know a debt of blood must now be repaid?

as for the willowy girl before her, consumed by conflicting emotions that stormed across her thin-framed face, telling a story of turbulence within. astara lifted her chin proudly, a damned smile hanging loosely from her lips.

west moved to be in front of his little dove; astara watched with a lazy flicker of her gaze as he did so, noting toad was now pulling up the rear.

as for what she wanted -- they would know soon enough, wouldn't they? astara placed one forepaw forward, and then the other -- closing the distance as she stepped towards west in plucky, jaunty steps. one would almost think astara was here on pleasant business, were it not for the hardness of her gaze.


she lunged forward, but not for west. in a quick feint towards polaris, astara lunged with hooked teeth ready for paring -- should she catch the girl she would drag her, maul her, rip her --

kill one of mine, i kill one of yours -- and the bitch is first to go.