Black ears pinned to her skull when the bay woman shouted at her. Her teeth almost snapped at the girl, but she didn't. Cas stood quietly. The ugly creatures charged at her. The white mask of her skull flashed a smile when they came to a halt. The tears stopped flowing. Warm salt water did not fill her teal eyes anymore. She had already flung the body off her back before Otem yelled for to do that. She giggled slightly looking over to the girl. What did the bay think she was going to talk to her like her mother did? Maybe Cas should have left the girl here to die. Her Cheshire smile dripped across her masked skull as the girl came closer. The sparking girl was not scared of these things, she could fly away. Unlike SOMEONE...
Maybe it was Castiella's intention to stir the herd up more maybe she wanted to piss the beasts off to see what they would do. With the fallen angel no one could ever understand her. She watched with a smile as they looked at the dead baby, then something odd appeared in front of them. Her masked skull tilted slightly as her features twisted into confusion. The herd lowered their skulls and retreated. Chuckling brightly she turned to look at Otem.
"Well that was fun..." Her deviant voice trailed off as she began to turn away from the large tree.
"How did you do that? I can only form electric doves.." She mumbled ignoring the whole event that just unfolded in front of them.
crimson flecked orbs looked behind her to make sure those fucking things were gone for good. This milky tresses flicked over her sparking haunches as she turned and smiled back a Otem. Her heavy wings lifted to stretch in the air. A rare peek of the blood knight marking flashed in the damp air. She smiled thinking of her father. Her mind flickered back to the few moments before all this happened. That large black and white stallion that came to Otem's defense.
"That stallion, you know the black one with the white face? Is he your father? ." The girl tilted her head with curiosity.
"Mine died before shit hit the fan..." Her blood splattered orbs looked ahead again with a cold expression. Her voice was monotone, and very unnatural to the rose colored girl.
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Otem
"Talk."
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