She would have missed the shadow if she was not so observant. Her floppy ears had pressed back on her head, and she almost took a submissive stance before she had seen a glint on the beast's nose. Immediately, she raised her ears and squared her shoulders. Her tail would have also curled up but it was hidden under her cloak. Those dagger-like blue eyes had peered at the dark beast. She was tall, beautiful. One could wonder what a woman like she was doing as a slave. It was a shame really. That pitch black pelt was beautiful, and yet...the toned woman was a lowly slave. It almost had been the same deal for Daisuke, for he was a very handsome male, yet he was enslaved by Esmeralda. She guessed then that she shouldn't be too surprised. The cloaked woman had moved gracefully closer, still appearing as if she was floating rather than actually walking.
The spotted face of the smaller woman had pointed up to look at the slightly taller slave, the child, whom was now an adult in her own eyes, simply stared at the white eyes of the other. She noticed that the slave had been trained enough to advert it's eyes, though she had realized that there was a defiance in her eyes before that. The cloaked woman of death, an angel of death really, had then opened her mouth to speak, her white teeth baring almost angrily at the defiance she had seen a peek of. Slave, state your name. ordered the floppy eared woman. Her voice was authoritative, and it was not a question, more like a command to the woman. Esmeralda did not know that the woman was a personal slave, but she knew she was a slave none the less, so she was planning on using this to her advantage. Either way, she would ask. Who do you belong to? Do you have permission to be out here? growled the woman, though it seemed to be on the edge of a purr. The woman's pink nose smelt the woman, whom did smell distinctly of another, but Esmeralda was too new to know the scent right off the top of her head.
She snorted lightly, and then she turned her head away from the woman. Her nose had picked the smell of another up, one not of Salsola. She pulled her ears back, and her hackles raised under her cloak. Slave, Come with me. There's scum on Family land. growled the woman as she looked at the woman once more, and then looked towards where the smell was coming from. She moved silently, and she pulled a knife out from her pouch under her cloak. She readied herself for a fight.
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