#[ kinda obsessed with her bone throne and fingers covered in rings ]

[vuulpecula]

✖ @rickgrimesdoingrickthings cont.

Lounging sideways in what was practically a throne, Fox observed the rings adorning her fingers as if Rick arriving was part of an everyday occurrence. Barely looking his way for more than a moment. Relaxed to the point she almost appeared bored. “Mm, yes, you are a killer. I see.” Not that she looked, adjusting a diamond around her index finger. She smiled as it glinted.

With a stretch, her arms and a leg stretching out, Fox sighed. Her foot came near to a walker chained to the wall behind the throne, the deceased reached for it, snapping hungrily. She turned her body, resting her elbows on her knees to get a better look at him. The CRM had stepped up the game if she compared him to the last guy unfortunate enough to come through. “There may be no point, but it would be fun, yes?” Her teeth were exposed to him as she grinned, canines sharpened to points. He had guns, but she didn’t need them.

“They did not tell you what happened to the one that came before you, did they? Only that you need lots of men and lots of guns and lots of…” She waved her hand around, searching for a word that would describe him. “Attitude?” She understood her compound was a valuable resource. They had an endless supply of fresh water when those around them could not count on the same. Her people kept the facility up, generating energy with handmade inventions to keep the plant running. It would not be surprising to her if he didn’t find her funny, he didn’t look like he appreciated jokes.

“I am sitting here, is that not cooperating? Speak your peace, dog of the republic, I want to hear if they have changed their spiel.” There was a second in command, far from there by now, with a majority of her people. Those that had remained behind had volunteered to defend their walls. His company was too large for them to defend themselves, she had chosen to send them away, save them at least for now from whatever fist the CRM was bringing down upon them. Take as much ammo as possible to keep it out of the hands of the army. What were their weapons without their bullets? Not all realized that a gun could still be used even when it was empty. Her people did.

“Go on, tell me your demands before I decide I want to do, as you say, resist.”