[color=thistle][center][h3]- Viviana -[/h3][/center][/color]
[@Sanctus Spooki][@Penguin]

"[color=thistle]Sweet moon, every fucking time.[/color]" Vivi hissed as the younger girl sped back off into the fray. This was precisely why Vivi kept absolutely zero friends, they always drug you into stupid shit and endangered your common sense. Just as the girl darted off another set of footsteps caught her attention. Fools were so loud, she turned her face slightly to watch the man who seemed to think he was going to shoot her horse. That was his first mistake, she recognized his scent nearly as quickly as she was off Gunnar's back. Her luminous blue eyes focused solely on him now, "[color=thistle]You're damned right, fuck you, Hiram.[/color]" She snarled at him as she stalked towards him. 

The guard was one she had seen several times before, he was a pitiful looking kid several years younger than her with barely kept dark hair. She often heard the guards in their menial chatter about her, it was always one thing or another about how frightening she was. Vivi had found that people felt highly uncomfortable under her gaze and that she was likened to the vicious and now far-ranging wolves that filled the forests these days. Perhaps she was just a wolf in sheep's clothing, or rather a wolf in a woman's body. She was acutely aware that she was not entirely human anymore, at least not a normal one. She wasn't sure how much more she would change if any at all but she knew that her vision had not always been so clear or her reflexes quite so fast. She didn't spend enough time around other humans to realize just how quickly she moved or how predatory she often appeared. 

It wasn't but a few moments before she was standing at the end of the barrel of his rifle. "[color=thistle]I should skin your hide for trying to shoot Gunnar. You've seen us a half dozen times just this season and now you want to shoot at my horse.[/color]" Vivi sighed dramatically, pursing her full dusky pink lips into a much thinner line as she glared down the barrel of the gun at the young man. She'd heard his mistake before he realized it when he pulled the trigger, he'd never chambered a round, too busy being a fearful prey animal bumbling clumsily through the forest to even do that simple of a task. She seemed unconcerned with the gun fight going on just behind them. She'd made her effort to be kind, if the girl wanted to get killed then she was more than welcome to. She threw up her pale slender hands in exasperation, what kind of fools filled the world these days and how in the moon's name were they still alive. 

In her movements, her long nearly white blonde hair had spilled from her thick black cloak making her look even more dramatic against the stark landscape around. Some of it was braided in thick ropes while other parts hung loose. Amongst the braids were pretty shimmering beads, they were the only truly feminine thing about her appearance. This was why Viviana Aleksandra Petrov did not associate with other humans. Smart as they could be, they acted like prey more often than not and that was what got you killed in this age. Vivi had no desire to die anytime soon despite how shitty the world seemed to be these days. She lived a simple existence; hunting and trapping while she gathered medicinal plants to take to the settlements to trade for goods she couldn't readily get on her own which were few and far between. This time she was actually headed to down to trade the pelts she'd collected during her time away for a nice yearling filly to keep so she would have another horse and the capability to produce more.