OOC Liliya has forgotten her introduction on purpose. Well, I have on purpose, not the character. x.x
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A slow nod was the Russian’s only movement as her eyes became shadowed, deep in though. “You are merciful wolf,” she said. “To even show mercy on stock. Most do not care if it suffers. Some vhould enjoy it.”
Her feet moved in the snow again, leaving prints in her wake as she stepped up to the horse. The other woman didn’t seem to mind her there, but then again she wasn’t exactly greeting her with open arms either – not that Liliya expected some kind of special treatment. Kneeling down by the horse, she laid a hand on the neck, and when she took it away her palm was covered in blood that was still warm. She wriggled her fingers before wiping them in the snow, smearing bloody hand prints as gray eyes turned back to the woman who now inspected the lion’s corpse.
“No help is needed,” she shook her head slowly. “I vhas just curious about the noise, but now zhat I see it is all beingk handled…” The words were as if she was preparing to leave, but the Russian didn’t move.
“So are you goingk to be leavingk this to the buzzards, or vhat?” She asked as she watched the young horse deny the woman any warmth. The thing was still traumatized by the attack, it seemed, and possibly too feral to trust the Luperci woman. “Kind of lucky to be findingk this so close to the merchant festival, da? You could use this for trade, one-hundred percent profit. Prob’ly hard to get it there by yourself though.” Her angle couldn’t have been more obvious, but she assumed no right minded Luperci would come upon such luck and just walk away from it. If she did, then Liliya might reap the benefits. If not, well, Liliya could probably still benefit, for there was no chopping up this corpse, or even just skinning them, and getting it to the festival before some wandering brigand came upon the claim.
She finally stood and walked over to the woman, but her eyes were on the foal. Knowing jack shit about horses she paced right up, not worrying about frightening the little horse. It whinnied and backed up a few steps awkwardly. Liliya placed her hands on her hips and looked at the stranger.
“Is kind of stupid,” she said, motioning toward the foal with a hand. “You have mercy on it too? It vhill starve without the mother.”
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