Thick pelt of white fur billowed softly with the wintry winds as the Crossbreed shifted the snow beneath her feet, creating a cloud of glittering powdered snow with a soft, satisfied giggle.
So little company, it certainly didn't hurt to entertain herself in these times.
@Artorias_Knite "Thou wishes for mine self to leave this place? Surely, thou art not a fool? I belong, and thus I shall stay. Now, hurry home..." Priscilla had no desire to leave, stepping aside to let him pass through, the plank behind her now visible.
@Artorias_Knite Her eyes seemed to widen a bit. Was this a trick? Her tail swept to the opposite side, her lower half now completely obscured in moon-glistened snow.
"What art thou intentions? I wish not to seek an audience with thee, whomst thou claims to be my mother..."
@Artorias_Knite "Knight...?" Priscilla gazed at the man with a faint inquisitive gleam in her eyes. "This is no place for thine kind..."
Her long tail swayed to the side, sweeping light puffs of snow into the air at her ankles and knees. "Dost thou seeketh thine passage, away from this land?"
@Artorias_Knite The Crossbreed's pupils contracted slightly as her grip against the snath of her scythe tightened.
The unfamiliar presence unsettled her but even so, she had no desire for violence. "Who art thou...?"