After the whole ordeal with Goldenluxury and her stillborn child (or rather, the scene Aphra caused herself, the oriental longhair had fled towards the lush forest that The Typhoon had reign over. The place was oddly soothing to her,
almost like a home she never had, so of course this was the first place her body took her as she ran off. Although blood still occasionally welled from her wounds, it was by no means bleeding as heavily as before. Aphra's face still felt numb however, and the demoness gritted her teeth. Rage slowly started to fill her mind as she walked along the undergrowth, claws subconsciously digging into the ground. Her beautiful face was now ruined thanks to that colorful ass bitch - Marina, whose name she didn't know.

Aphra slowly made her way towards a place in the forest that she found the most comfort; a place where a bunch of angel's trumpets grew. They weren't foxgloves by any means, but they were a favorite of hers. Beauty, but deadly. Just like me. They were known to be highly toxic and cause halluncinations, but Aphra strangely found comfort in them. Aphra settled next to the bush, trying to hide herself among the white flowers, and closed her eyes. She was just going to relax for now and go back to the main camp once a couple of hours went by; maybe then the heat would have settled.

[member=4834]samantha[/member] [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

No, the heat never settled, much like the hunt. Her nose pressed to the ground the instant she had stepped free from the situation- knowing damn well Roxie and Marina could hold onto Goldie- before a growl uttered from her. The doberman paced herself towards the jungle, her eyes half lidded and filled with fire. Marina had been right to hurt her- but in front of their Captain, who was sluggish and sorrowful? No, that wasn't right. Sam had her own bone to pick with Aphra, but she'd do it in private.

She stepped foot into the spongy undergrowth, and she picked up her pace. Weaving and ducking about different branches, before she came like thunder upon the bush. Her wings fluttered, before slapping against her side. "Show yourself." She ordered, slowly moving towards the side in which Aphra held herself again. "I meant what I said." She muttered, her tone deep and harsh.

"SPEECH"

Perhaps Aphra should’ve seen this coming. But to her, a lot of people made empty promises and threats - so whenever Samantha landed in front of her safe spot and snarled, Aphra was in for a shock.

”I’ll claw your face off if you come any closer.” Aphra threatened with a hiss, her fur puffing out in an attempt to hide her surprise. Ironically enough, the ivory feline didn’t mean her words, but she was certainly hoping that it would make Sam go away. ”Leave me be.” This was her safe spot, a place where she came to feel better. Because she certainly felt like shit right now. Not for the right reason, though; no, Aphra didn’t regret what she had said to Goldie. Nah, she was insecure because Marina ruined her good looks. These wounds were bound to make scars and those were imperfections.

”Don’t you have something better to do than hunt me down?” Aphra continued on. There was a bit of mockery in her tone, referring to how Sam should be trying to comfort Goldie or burying their child. Or both. Aphra didn’t care which, as long as it was far away from her.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

A laugh came from Sam, but it was tinged with anger, a bitter smile carved onto her face. "Bitch, I'd like to see you try. Go ahead, attack me." She spat on the ground, her wings neatly pressing tighter against her back. If Aphra did attack her, Sam would serve her head on a silver platter and demand she'd be exiled. No, it wasn't going to that easy to tear her head off, so Sam wouldn't kill her. No, no she wouldn't. But the fire in her demanded that she did, to avenge Freyja.

"Why would I leave you be? You barely let her be." Sam snarled, the doberman continuing to stalk closer. She wished her ignition powers were useful for a bit more then just lighting the ends of sticks, but it would do, in a pinch. Her mind was seeking exactly where her knife was, need she conjure it. "You're a fucking coward, you know that?" Sam uttered, sharply. If someone thought she was there to make Aphra see the right way or another, they were dead wrong. Sam wasn't an angel of vengeance- she was Wrath, stalking and waiting to deliver.

"Marina is taking care of her. I made sure it was fine before I left." Sam replied, a sly smirk on her muzzle now. Those eyes of hers were dead on Aphra, making sure that ivory bitch was always in her sight. "Speaking of Marina, how you like your new battle wounds, hm?" Sam didn't know much about Aphra, but considering how she reacted when Marina tore her face a new one, it was a pinpoint she could attack. The doberman came to stop a mere few feet away from Aphra, that smirk still on her face.

"SPEECH"

Oh, how Aphra was tempted to lash out at Samantha, but she fought the urge to do so. She was smarter than her father at the very least, in the sense of attacking her crewmates for no reason. One could argue that Marina had no reason to attack Aphra, considering she never touched any of her cubs, but morally? Aphra could see how one could defend everyone who attacked her. That isn't to say she hates everyone's guts right now, though.

"I didn't fucking touch it." Aphra defended herself with another hiss. Her eyes were in slits as she glared back at Sam, trying to watch the doberman's every move. She was kind of trapped between this bush and her crewmate, but she would defend herself physically if she had to. The feline tensed up as Sam grew closer, and dug her claws into the undergrowth when she mentioned the wounds Marina gave. "She ruined my fucking face." Aphra hadn't meant to say that out loud, but oh well. It was true; the wounds hurt her ego more than anything else.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

Her ears twitched, wings fluffing up gently. What a weak, weak argument. Her mismatched eyes stared at her, and a simple snap of her jaws suddenly elected, a long chuckle raising from her throat. She looked towards the pitiful ivory cat, her paws shifting into a solider stance. "What you did.. was cause more grief n' pain to our Captain. Not just mine, yours too. Yours. Too." Sam wasn't going to launch into a long lecture, but she was going to make sure Aphra heard her. Understood her, Sam would care less.

Because making sure she heard, Sam claimed the upper hand. In some, twisted way, like Leroy inviting the Pitt into Tanglewood.

"Oh, I know. I'm going to have to congratulate her on her work." Sam didn't frankly give a flying fuck for Aphra's face. Considering her own was torn up from Jervis's claws, her eye not even hers- yeah, no. It wasn't a pretty fucking sight. Still, did she care? No. Aphra deserved what she got, and probably doubly more. Her soul was itching to launch at her throat and tear her apart, but let her walk, let her live- because it seemed it was a bit worse then dying to her.

"Besides. You were about to touch the stillborn. That's bad e-fucking-nough." Sam slowly sat down. She knew she had her cornered, but she also knew Aphra wasn't a stupid idiot. At least, she was in between the two options, considering this bone head just tried to take the stillborn away.

"SPEECH"

Aphra's ego meant so much more to her than Goldenluxury herself, so of course she would be more upset over the fact she now had scars covering her face than the fact she made Goldie feel more guilt. "She's not a Captain if she shows weakness." The succubus shot back. She had the same mindset as her father; any sort of crying or showing any sort of negative emotion publicly was weakness. Hence why she attempted to hide here in the forest while she recovered. Too bad Samantha found her before she could properly relax.

Indeed, utterly destroying Aphra's body and leaving her alive would hurt her worse more than actually dying. But if Sam actually went through with her vengeful thoughts, Aphra may attempt to get Samantha exiled for trying to kill her. Of course, that might be a little harder than Aphra thinks, considering Sam and Goldie's relationship. As Samantha moved to sit down, Aphra tensed up more (if that was possible) and wrapped her long tail around her as much as she could. Clearly, she was afraid of the winged canine. "Once again," Aphra went on with another hiss. "I never touched it. It was an offer. One that you fucks could've just said 'no'." There was no need for the attack, she felt.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]