The destruction of her haven was neither expected nor welcomed in the slightest. As the structure of October’s temporary abode began to quake she ceased her little chat with her novel associate and glanced about the disintegrating fortress with a malevolent wrath dwelling in her voids. As the walls began to sway and crumble October searched urgently for the hole in the vines from which she had entered previously, hoping now it could provide her with a hasty exit. Much to her relief October found the archway again amongst the dying foliage. Instantly she sprung through it and out into the blistering heat once more, her zombie pet trailing behind her. As soon as she was liberated from the belly of the doomed refuge October halted to catch her breath before her homicidal onslaught ensued. Turning her skull to survey the damage that had been done to her exquisite physique October let a low growl escape her as she beheld the few cuts that marred her charcoal hide and the mess of thorns and other debris that had tangled themselves within her silken tendrils. Whomever had caused her this distress was going to suffer, and substantially.

Letting her orange pits travel from her tarnished cadaver October sought the culprit of her ire. Watching as her earthen citadel collapsed and became a useless pile of dregs she glared around and finally set eyes on a rather sickly hued beast with his horn tangled up in her former sanctuary. Her grey banner flicked at her rear out of displeasure as she pondered what her best course of action should be. Many ideas flooded her mind, mostly involving ripping the bastard’s throat out for his crimes against her, but having no desire to deal with the mess she had to think of something…cleaner. The decrepit fox stood beside her. Its hackles, or what remained of them, were raised aggressively as it too snarled at the mold stained brute. Leisurely October turned, her crania held level with her lithe bodice, and slowly she slithered her way towards the stag like the serpent she was. Jagged jaws parted and her odium laced feminine vocals were released into the air.

“How dare you! I should murder you! Look at my hide! You will pay for this asshole, mark my words…”

October’s tone was a dull roar as her rage was building and her blood boiling. The fox crept behind her like the puppet it was; ready to do its master’s bidding. However it wouldn’t get the chance. October was already seeking something superior to take its place. She required something more lethal, something that could teach this incompetent son of a bitch a lesson. There had to be a being plenty durable and plenty dead around that could get the job done…but what? October would find her pawn and when she did this unfortunate creature would wish he’d never stuck his horn where it didn’t belong.

{ ooc: sorry about the wait and sorry it sucks so much. }