She had to admit, the shade cast about her by the surrounding forest was a welcome reprieve from the exhausting heat of the sun. Gazing heavenward and into the layered boughs and the cracked eggshell blue of the fragmented sky, Orithia nodded. The tree could have her respect, it deserved it more than anything else on this wretched pile of dirt that got her attention; after all, it served a purpose and served it well.

Virtually anyone else on the other hand...

The snap of a twig caused her left ear to swivel in the same direction, though the ivory warrior did not deign to turn her head. A string of words broke the relative silence, spoken with a ring of amusement and coated in the familiar baritone of a male. Still she did not turn her gaze from the heavens, though her chiming vocals lashed out like a whip;

"Come any closer and it will be you."

Orithia felt her muscles tense in a sick anticipation; would the stranger continue to prod? Would he take her threat as an invitation? She hoped so. It had been mere hours since the salty tang of blood had coated her tongue, yet the scrappy lass found herself craving it once more.

The only social activity she enjoyed.

At the sound of yet another equine joining the already too crowded vicinity, Orithia found her ears pinning themselves against her skull whilst her gore covered lips pulled into a cruel grin. Another mouse had come out to play with the ravenous kitten. Finally, at the sound of a mare's voice, the coral brushed maiden lowered her gaze and directed it toward the newest stranger, assessing.

Don't be so quick to assume. Maybe they deserved it.

Her smile shrank to a smirk; this mare could either be a complete idiot or she could be just as screwed up as Orithia herself, but most likely she was going to land somewhere in the middle. Yet, as the unnamed mare continued to speak, Orithia withheld her judgment. Helovia. She had never heard of it and for that, she was glad, for it meant that many of those that must populate the area wouldn't know of Uumhala and their pleasure houses.

"You're correct. They all deserve it." She slid her serpentine gaze over to the azure stallion, pupilless eyes mapping out the best spots on his supple skin to pierce and shred. Snapping her attention back to the black spattered mare, she spoke, voice flat and without inflection.

"Orithia."

She stared them down as the silence thickened.