[center] [color=silver][h3]~Celia Mockett~[/h3][/color]
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[@WeepingLiberty][@Dark Light]

Blood dripped from her wrist and onto the ground below, coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. So eager, were her companions. She could understand, though she was motivated by something else entirely than what they were. The girl seemed on whole, still entirely uninterested on the surface. Underneath though, her blood boiled. Excitement filled her. A rare thing for her, but at the prospect of eating something she couldn't help but to feel...aroused? Was that the word? Heh, not that it particularly mattered.

Slow it down, though? Now how did they plan to do that? Slowing it down would be complicated and annoying. Not to mention sort of impossible. She couldn't do anything like that, so she wasn't going to be a fool and try it. Instead, while the creature was occupied with Nymphadora and Arden, she made her way around the other side. She couldn't do much, not with magic at least...but she could do her usual thing of being annoying to everyone. 

She moved quickly, at least compared to her usual pace as she collected the spilled blood in the palm of her hand forming a small arrow and sending it slamming into the creatures head. It probably wouldn't do much other than annoy the creature, but that was all Celia was aiming for. If not...well, then she could perhaps get a little more creative.