The beach was somewhere she did not visit too often. She had something against salt water, possibly a fear of drowning perhaps, though she did not have such a problem with lakes, and streams, rivers even. Maybe it was the gritty sand, or the salty water that would get in her nose and eyes and mouth. Maybe it had something to do with one of those things, but she was a secretive being that was not about to share the fact that she was scared to be dragged out to sea and eaten by the big fish because she looked too yummy to not eat. There was her ego somewhere in there, the ego that just never seemed to quit. She dragged her slave's chain along with her, and her body was cloaked with a fur that was black and white, much like a Tuxedo Cat's pelt, only that it was a pelt that she had stolen from a wolf some time ago before she had gotten to Anathema. It had been her cloak for some time, and she had grown attached to it, unlike many of the others that she did not seem to enjoy as much. It probably was because it was also the warmest of her cloaks.
Her fingers went and pet the bat that had nestled against her chest. It had not been allowed to migrate this year because of it's ownership, and therefore it was almost always really cold. It nestled against the chest of the woman and the cloak because both things kept it warm. Esmeralda had not been doing anything in particular, just searching for something to do, and her fingers itched to fight after awhile, because if she fought then perhaps she could cure her boredom. She should have been doing something for Salsola, to get recognition in the pack, but she had been trying so hard lately that she had wanted to take a break and do something for herself for once. This, well...This happened to be what she was going to do in her day of rest from the pack, whom she did not smell like, because of the perfumes that she had bathed in after leaving the territory to find a space where she would be able to bathe. Now, she smelt like any other loner, wandering their way from place to place, though she....She seemed as if she was a reaper of souls. She almost thought that she was.
She fiddled with her knives that had been stuffed in her fanny pack on her hip. Her hand specifically went to the one she was recently given by Sirius. It was a piercing knife that had a straight blade except for the tip, and it was very sharp. She wanted to use it on someone, and she wanted to find someone to use it on, so her relax mode was swiftly turned into kill mode. She started to move faster, and soon, the wind would aid her, and send the smell of an Anatheman in her direction. She growled lightly. She did not like the Anathemans anymore, for they were a disgrace, letting impurity rule over them. She snorted and continued to run.
Soon she would come upon a scraggly, gray beast in it's lupus form. She thought of Gunnar and snarled. This could have been his mother for all she knew. She let a snarl pass her lips and she quickly removed a throwing knife from her pack and she threw the knife at the wolf. What a delightfully ugly beast to test her new knife on? She did not say a word. Daisuke did not aid in the fight, instead, he simply watched over the yearling.
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