She stopped, staring warily at the creature. In passing they’d probably encountered one another at some point—Elvira didn’t care, and she’d always kept mostly to herself. Yellow eyes peered on—ears lifting forward at the sound of her voice on the evening air. The pale moonlight reflected from her coat, changing the creature into a ghastly spectre. Of course, she was the girl with the soft, plush body and the raptor eyes.
She could taste metal from where her teeth pierced the snake’s scales into the flesh below. She didn’t immediately say anything, half out of indifference, and half out of sheer unwillingness to put in the effort to clear her maw enough for words. “What is that?” she finally uttered, eyeing the place where the vial had vanished back into her sleeve.