#stellamimi

 Elaine bound through the deepest part of the thicket of trees. The place was densely packed enough that some of the dead widow maker branches high above. To make matters worse their snaps as they fell into and from the canopy above was a constant sound. Thankfully she was almost out when she caught sight of another traveler ahead.

 The vixen opened her mouth to speak when she barely caught caught a glimpse of a large branch ready to give way. Swift steps carried her as the protective woman rushed into action.

 “Get down!” Elaine commanded as she knocked the poor rabbit she’d rushed to onto the ground.

 Her shield was brought up and shortly after a loud crash could be heard as the branch came hurtling down. A clang could be heard as the fallen foliage snapped in two and fell to both sides. Afterwards the hefty shield was returned to its place on her back and Elaine held a hand out for the woman she knocked over.

          ♥❤──❝ Would you perhaps like one? ❞ A lone pink frosted doughnut was held in the direction of the stranger. The box that had contained the rest of the sweet treats was nearly empty, being consumed by the witch. She knew that she was not going to be able to finish the whole box, despite having a rather large and ravenous sweet tooth. Sharing with someone had seemed like the next best thing, instead of tossing the rest in the trash.

           ❝ . . .Tis not a thing such as YOU I’ve seen before. As such, I know as to the fact you are not FROM here. . .identify yourself, ALLY or FOE? ❞ 

          A tone holding an air of both HOSTILITY and CAUTION resonates in the SADIST’S words, gaze lingering down over her form as she began a leisure approach to the girl. Each step echoes off the walls around them --- the encroaching DARKNESS of her world masking the checkered, cracked tiles in a fog that conceals much of the barren landscape. Crystal monoliths, darkened in an onyx shell, jut out around the land --- a single DILAPIDATED CANNON the center mass of the domain as she descends from it like a throne, stopping only a good five feet distance from the other --- keeping the H I G H GROUND as much as she can.

                    An air of both SUPERIORITY and COMMAND seethes from her posture --- and with her question spoken, it’s obvious the other is required to answer...whether she gives it willingly or not well...that is the RABBIT’S choice. 

                              The Black ☆ Rock Shooter shall get her answer...one way or another.