Crow pulled away from his attack, and her tongue ran over her muzzle. Her lips drew back in a snarl as she tasted small droplets of her own blood. So she was mortal after all. She stalked away from the male, her mind trying to decide if she should kill him or leave him be. The former was more interesting, but if she could get at a pup dinner without destroying him then she'd do it. Young flesh was so much less sinewy.
"What he is trying to do and where you want to go is no concern of mine." Her words were crisp and filed, and they seemed almost to snap at the young female.
She turned back to the male, and rage flashed through her golden eyes, the green in them becoming more evident. "My suggestion," she paused, "run."
"Evil? Me? Never." She displayed her twisted smirk at the young one. "Did you ever stop to think that I was just hungry?"
The male caught her attention once more, but his lack of resistance was quite unamusing. She had been having second thoughts about his eminent death, but the blood dripping down her muzzle and clinging to her fur was beginning to convince her otherwise.
ooc: I'm basically losing my muse, so don't yell at me if this sucks.
ic: A yawn stretched across her facade, and she looked at the male in an almost irritated manner. Honestly, he'd be fun to kill. She'd love to watch him beg for mercy, see his blood running through the soft green grass, see the life drain from his eyes. And the taste, oh the taste. She shuddered at the thought.
"You know it's all for naught, don't you?" The least she could do was give him a fair warning.
ooc: I think I'm gonna have her let up a bit. I was furious before, but the emotion has passed. I feel drained, and I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to keep Crow up. It's difficult to roleplay a character like her unless you're feeling the way they are.
And I may have just diagnosed my reason for being so stressed with the above. o.O