you'll never miss me

her wild feral stare, her dark hair

her winter lips

A frown finds the Harpy’s face when Wessex explains the conditions the creatures are kept. A small shake of her head to that, wondering how someone could be cruel enough to use them for that when they should be roaming out in the wild, roaming and protecting. She thinks briefly back to the wolves that protected the Basin – trained in a sense, but never bound – never made weaker for the sheer ability to use them. “Terrible.” She comments in agreement, sighing quietly though her nose.

But at the mention of opportunistic cannibals, she tilts her head as she listens, finding a way to kind of snort a huff of laughter at the explanation. Chased down for a bite, how strange, how intriguing, too. And she understands to an extent. “That’s… Definitely something. Might be worth checking out and see if it happens again?” She cocks her head, an amused smirk crossing her lips. “Without Amun maybe?”

as cold as stone

KIADA