Settling into the rhythm of what these lands had to offer, there'd be no place for Him to hide. She stewed in her own thoughts, even if they were singular and numbing, a chanting mantra that order the absolute annihilation of a singular person. It was all consuming, but there'd be something wonderfully sweet about when that pale freak was crippled below her, some versions he was crying, sometimes he was laughing, and other times he was completely silent.

Each version ended the same though, her bashing his skull repeated against a rock until there was nothing left of what he once looked like, no trace that this was that ugly fucking face. She'd always remark, always, without fucking fail, how much better he looked. How well he worn little bits of bone and opened skull, fleshy bits. Red was a better color on him, especially when it was his own red.

It's really no surprise at this point, not for her, that kids just seem to be tripping into her path. However the moment they saw her face flicker upon them it should've been warning sign enough, smeared with red, though she herself didn't have any visible wounds, and yet they KEPT COMING CLOSER.

This would be no different, bright eyes flickered upon a form that pushed out form the brush, eyeing the other with questionable motives, Shuck's expression morphing from blank to a snarl in a matter of seconds. "Did I get you yet?" Accented by a slow forming smirk.

There was hesitation, but if Shuck noticed it, then she didn't let on. Expression lazily the same, tongue flicking out of her mouth to lick away the metallic taste that clung to her black lips. The girl's question was completely ignored, just useless words that really meant squat. "C'mere." The storm bound in fur would say, teeth flashed behind upturned lips.

"Fucking c'mere." It didn't matter if the girl stayed put, actually came over, or decided to back away further because Shuck would be moving towards her now. It wasn't much of an inspection, rather a quick rake of her eyes over the gal's neck. "Tooooooough SHIT!" It was said all too cheerily, this was the same song and dance that she gave everyone she'd come across thus far.

Shoving her face in the other's to keep that unbearable eye contact. "Looks here like I didn't get you!" Taking an uncomfortably close step to the side, brushing against the spotty girl if she didn't choose to bolt. Another familiar behavior, the circling, slow and predatory. The glint in her eyes told novels of what was to come. "It's gonna.... hurt a bit, BUT! You can make this super fucking easy on yourself and for meeeee. Just fucking stay still and we're good, peach!" Jaws flashed a wide toothy smile.

"You gonna be a good for lil ol me??" After all, patience was wearing thin.