[@Framing A Moose][@Demonic Angel]

Whether it was the knife at her throat or the chiding smirk to her face, Evelyn had to admit the aura was indeed ripe with tension between her and the other bastard villainous offspring.  Rather cold and nonchalant, she pinched the blunt edge of the dagger between her fingertips and moved it away with a [i]tch[/i] and an equally sinister sneer towards Axel, licking her lips with excitement.  [color=ed1c24]"How cute, the poor, defenseless mortal girl who thinks she's a rough and rowdy pirate.  Girl, I've stared long and deep into the abyss of tormented souls, and they have stared back at me with their chilling gaze.  I am more frightened by what lurks within me than your drunkard, abusive father."[/color]  Snidely she whispered with the hiss of a black serpent, a sudden shift in her eyes, her pupils like those of a ferocious dragon before receding to their normal circumference.

[color=ed1c24]"And you."[/color]  On her heels swiftly she whirled around to Lorane again, a pretty face no doubt, but one she would love to carve away and make a mask out of.  [color=ed1c24]"So unfair sicking your little henchmen on me.  What?  Can't fight your own battles?"[/color]