[ Blood drips down her chin and against her throat, hands drenched in crimson with drops falling from each of her fingers- it's almost difficult to tell her nails are usually painted pink. The sight of being covered in blood is not so uncommon for their kind, especially when in battle like this. But it's the amount of blood and how some of it is her own along with others that has it appear a little excessive, even on her.
From the looks of it, Crowley's seen better days himself, what with the loss of a limb thrown into everything else going on around them.
The news of Ferid's death would, normally, cause her to smile in delight. With one less thorn in her side, it's almost a cause for celebration but given their current situation- their current dilemma in which they find themselves, she simply looks to the taller vampire before gazing off towards the blackened sky.
Strands of pink with bits of crimson stained here and there to them, blows around her in the wind, her eyes fixated on the scene high in the sky and, if one looks close enough, there's something close to fear lingering in them. This isn't good and they need to get out of here if either of them are to survive this. The humans have gone too far this time and, with any luck, it will trigger yet another apocalypse accidentally and have them all be killed like years ago. But for the moment, the scales seem to have tipped in the human's favor, so long as they are able to control the seraph wreaking havoc to all around it.
It's Crowley's suggestion to roll over and die that causes her attention to fall back to him and no sooner does he suggest such a thing, does she see a stray human take up his weapon against them from behind the fallen vampire.
Regardless of the cursed gear they wield, Krul is faster- always faster, and snatches the human by the neck within a matter of seconds to which she thrusts her hand inside his chest and tears his heart out in a bloody display of ruthless anger. The corpse is tossed in Crowley's direction then, falling in front of him. ]
Drink that. [ She orders, staring off to the sky with hair billowing around her. ] I need your strength if we're to get out of here. I'm not about to give livestock the satisfaction of killing us.
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From the looks of it, Crowley's seen better days himself, what with the loss of a limb thrown into everything else going on around them.
The news of Ferid's death would, normally, cause her to smile in delight. With one less thorn in her side, it's almost a cause for celebration but given their current situation- their current dilemma in which they find themselves, she simply looks to the taller vampire before gazing off towards the blackened sky.
Strands of pink with bits of crimson stained here and there to them, blows around her in the wind, her eyes fixated on the scene high in the sky and, if one looks close enough, there's something close to fear lingering in them. This isn't good and they need to get out of here if either of them are to survive this. The humans have gone too far this time and, with any luck, it will trigger yet another apocalypse accidentally and have them all be killed like years ago. But for the moment, the scales seem to have tipped in the human's favor, so long as they are able to control the seraph wreaking havoc to all around it.
It's Crowley's suggestion to roll over and die that causes her attention to fall back to him and no sooner does he suggest such a thing, does she see a stray human take up his weapon against them from behind the fallen vampire.
Regardless of the cursed gear they wield, Krul is faster- always faster, and snatches the human by the neck within a matter of seconds to which she thrusts her hand inside his chest and tears his heart out in a bloody display of ruthless anger. The corpse is tossed in Crowley's direction then, falling in front of him. ]
Drink that. [ She orders, staring off to the sky with hair billowing around her. ] I need your strength if we're to get out of here. I'm not about to give livestock the satisfaction of killing us.