“Over stepping is what we do best, little one. Why live on the safer side of the bridge when we can walk a little freely on the side that teeters a bit?” Xeno questioned her, amused by her attempt to threaten through her fear. They knew that with these immortals they were in poison infested waters, but they could manipulate this to be a fair game somehow. Treat them like the mortals they have swept out through the years so easily. But if Marijuana was a pain, these ladies were going to show them what was what. They just had to make sure to return the favor in the ordeal.
Theon was the one to not use many words these days, not to mention violence was near. “Where will your sisters be if I shed some of your blood?” He didn’t want to harm her much at first, oh no. He wanted the sisters around to see the first one go. He made the brothers hold Clotho still while he just cut a light line on the beginnings of her left breast.
“Mmm? Tell them to come out to play?” He took a taste of Clotho’s blood and it taste as good as wine to a mortal. This was so much better, some games instead of immediate violence.