Cuirass was a busy bee, and she may not completely understand what it is he does all the time. She knows that he is involved with a few...questionable thing like bringing wolves to the fields. It is his fate, she thinks, but in the end she wonders if it will get him into trouble at some point. It seemed inevitable and the stars would warn of such things. She felt it in the pit of her stomach. Cuirass was not exactly a diplomat.
She never knew when he would get into trouble. It was more of an if. It appeared that today was to be the day. She had been studying and learning more about herbs and the art of healing. It was something that she was becoming better at and understanding a bit more. She had even started to understand even more about the deadly portions of plants as well. She was just done gathering a few plants when she came home to...this.
An overdramatic red floof boy touched with blood. The dark headed woman looked at him as he then does his little speech. She stops in her tracks and lifts a brow to him as he claims to be slipping into the darkness. She can tell immediately that he is joking, and yet there was reality in all jokes. The smell of blood began to seep around the herbs in his black maw. She trots on closer to him, now seeing some of his damage. She lowers her head to drop the herbs and shrugs.
”Well, your Angel isn’t coming. You get a demon taking you to hell where you belong,” she says with a growing smirk on her elegant black muzzle. She teasingly growls and lowers her muzzle close to his neck and snaps. Her blue eyes get a chance to look over him, and it appears he got in quite a scuffle.
”Who else is this demon dragging to hell with you?” she asks, her blue eyes looking to him now with a brow lifted.