EDREI
It goes from metal and eyeballs big enough to fit into a soup bowl, to Wessex appearing like some suddenly sprouted mushroom after a spring rain. Scrunching her face dramatically, the Rapacious tilts her head, assessing the scene with a general expression of shitshitfucknowwhat?. "Oh." Edy hums eloquently, thinking the creature either was Wessex, or was some weird furry-fuck session (was it a furry still, if it was metal?). Either way, her plan had worked. So...why didn't it feel like it had?
"That's...that was..." The Rapacious tries, searching for her footing now that things had gone tits up. "...for not saying sorry for killing me." She adds, raising her chin indignantly and then offering the Wraith her middle finger as an afterthought.
"That's...that was..." The Rapacious tries, searching for her footing now that things had gone tits up. "...for not saying sorry for killing me." She adds, raising her chin indignantly and then offering the Wraith her middle finger as an afterthought.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
