Oh such grace! Oh such beauty!
And lipstick, and callous
and fishnets and malice

Harridan feared no one, perhaps foolishly or perhaps she knew something no one else did. It was hard to say. Either way, the snarling, drooling face of Abraxus struck no fear into her. He would not harm her, at least not in a way that she had to worry about her mortality. She had every confidence in her own strengths, as she was well aware of what she was capable of and what she was not. Harridan, ever the survivor. He releases her, and he nearly laughs at her reaction as if she was constantly surprising him. Didn't he know by now, she wasn't anything like any other wolf!

She gives him a bright, shining smile--almost laughing at his half-given praise of her. She listens as he speaks of his plans with her like they were theirs. She cocks her head just slightly considering everything. "Darling, don't you know that I don't submit to just anyone?" It was true, she had been a loner for too long for her to abide by anothers prerogative. The Amazons she had lived with respected that well enough, and provided a safe place for her pups. Safer than what she and Caius could of provided them alone. "I'm not about to settle in a land and give into every little whim you might have. I am not one of your hoard." Let it be known, Harridan declared herself no one but her own. She was the master of her teeth and claws, the ruler of her own little world. No one, not even her beloved Abraxus would ever steal that from her.

And yet, she listens as he continues to speak, pronouncing them as a "we" and vowing to show what Demons really looked like. She wondered if he thought her demonic as she had never really considered herself darker than any other soul that she had met. She takes the silence he gives them without any awkwardness. There was a look of surprise, however, when he asked her opinion on how they should proceed. This time, it was Abraxus that surprised Harridan. She had always remembered him as the kind that made the decisions and she was always the kind that if she did not agree with the decision then she'd simply disappear when she felt like it. She tilts head again to the side as she considers the question. "Welllllll, if you wanted to meet those that call themselves Demons then we should head to Iromar. Or else, we can find the rag-tag band of gypsies wherever they might be...they are not as big as they have been." She smiles at him. "Or we can wander around as you'd like."