MABEL
Her feet pressed amongst the shadows, glorified in their presence. Familiar pathways and age-old potentials clung to the assembly of her movements, the glint of daggers on her belt, the lines of unkempt savagery coiled within, like springs and cogs. She could hear a distant mutter somewhere near the Temple, and walking closer, might thought nothing of it – her means to defense were mostly for her own wellbeing. But an arch of her brow followed recognized silhouettes, a long stick potentially striving to knock out an impending onslaught.
The gourds again. She might’ve frowned if she wasn’t so wholly indifferent; piercing gaze slipping to Cameron instead. “Would you like some help?” Came on an offer; since they’d done so for her disassembled farmhouse in the past.
The gourds again. She might’ve frowned if she wasn’t so wholly indifferent; piercing gaze slipping to Cameron instead. “Would you like some help?” Came on an offer; since they’d done so for her disassembled farmhouse in the past.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
