am i beautiful
as i tear you to pieces?
Her words are like poetry and, while intriguing and beautiful, they are lost in Morrighan's mind. She is the type to be straightforward and has no interest in speaking in tongues. It only makes her more frustrated not understanding the statement, especially when the woman laughs. She doesn't like when others make her feel stupid and so she glares at the woman in response.as i tear you to pieces?
"English please," she says, her tail flicking in an irritated manner. She's like a cat who's tired of others' shit and is about ready to lash out. The mare refrains - for now. "Or are you suddenly an expert on hunting wolves? Enlighten me," she adds sarcastically. As a dancer, Al'Zahra certainly couldn't be much of a hunter, could she? Although her body does not seem to be built for strength, but more speed and agility.
There is something strange about the mare getting so close to her. Normally Morrighan would react with a swift kick or fireball to the face if anyone invaded her personal space. But as the woman closed in, her scent is stronger. While not Denocte, it's something else. Something foreign and sweet. Is it wood smoke? She can't tell.
Her voice knocks Morrighan out of her daze and she realizes just how close they had gotten. She pins her ears back, but more out of embarrassment than annoyance now. Of course, the woman's origins remain a mystery. Everything about her seems to be shrouded in it and Morr is determined to figure it out.
"Where then? And why come here?" she asks, although now it's more of a demand. Who did this woman think she was, flaunting over and not stating her purpose of being here? What motive did she have? Her gaze changes to suspicion, if anything to hide the fact she had been looking her over a little too much earlier.
@"Al'Zahra" whoops what is happening LOL
