She can smell the stranger as soon as she nears the pile of bodies. While she doesn’t see the one named Messalina, she can certainly smell her. She knows the mare is somewhere, hunkered down and hiding, no doubt. It was ironic that Sloane was usually the one to do the very same thing. And yet, Sloane was here, eyes feasting on the pile of bodies and the two innocents that just so happened to stumble onto them. She was not welcoming, never had been. So naturally, it was ironic that these two strangers had not met the wrath of Sloane’s welcomings. Instead, they settled with a sick sort of joke that only Sloane would find funny.
It’s the scent of Eulalie that catches her attention, if only briefly. She can smell the mare all over Somnus and his son, but she is not someone she has formally met. Then again, Sloane hasn’t exactly made an attempt to meet anyone. She had never been a social butterfly and she had no intention of starting now.
But when she says her name, her tone thick and commanding, Sloane turns her head to look at the mare. She can feel the way her lips curl into a snarl, though no sound escapes her lips. This mare was not her queen. She would not be commanded to do anything.
Eulalie is quick to defend the two strangers, ruining her little game of fun before it ever truly started. Sloane cannot help the way her eyes roll at her suggestion that Sloane stop to think about her words. “I am not an idiot.” She had seen the tracks and she knew well enough that these two were innocent, but that didn’t stop her from trying to make them shudder. “I saw the tracks in the woods, a beast far large then they committed these crimes.” She paused a moment as she stepped closer to the bodies. Her distance from them was perhaps too close, a distance that might be mistaken as disrespectful to the dead. “…but that did not stop me from wanting to play a little game. Who knew? Perhaps they had information on the whereabouts of the best. Fear elicits responses.” She wanted information and these two were going to give it to her. She could do things the nice way…or the hard way. Their choice.
@Pan @Metaphor @Eulalie @Messalina
