Birds of a Feather

~ Chapter Two ~

'Well shit. Goodbye cruel world.'

Miranda glares at you, and the other villagers look terrified of what she might do. Her wings are covered in old orange juice from a half drank carton, her usually pristine priestess robes now stained with what looks to be the fillings of the mouldy sandwich and her face now locked in a glare that could make Lady Dimitrescu herself tremble. You can only really stand there, blinking with pure shock and genuine fear of this woman. You don't even know if you're still alive, or just a floating spectre above your own body at this point.

"You filthy, annoying, WRETCHED little peasant!! How DARE you disrespect me in such a pathetically childish manner!"

"Okay, in my defence, that was for the shithead that is Lulian!! Not YOU!"

Miranda scowls at you as usual. Honestly, does this woman not know how to smile? You just stare back at her, unsure of what happens now.

"So...am I like- gonna die or something?..."

Miranda stays silent. It's actually scary as shit. Then, she suddenly teleports away.

"Well that happened...hey quit staring at me!"

You huff, deciding to just go home. It's too cold for this nonsense. Then again, you do it to yourself. The other villagers continue to stare at you as you walk away, and it's honestly just vexing. You simply keep walking, deciding that the world needs to just fuck off and leave you be.

After about a millennia (20 minutes) of walking through the snow, you get to your house. Walking through the door, you breathe a sigh of relief.

That is until you see Mother Miranda sat in your pathetic excuse of a kitchen.

"Fuck's sake-"

"Silence. You humiliated me in front of almost the entire village, pest."

You roll your eyes as she scowls at you. Now you're beginning to wonder if her face is just permanently hate-filled.

"Maybe don't teleport and scare the shit out of people?" You blink at her. Oh LORD did you regret that. Now she's staring at you with her eyes narrowed, and you're beginning to wish you'd just kept your mouth shut.

She stands, her wings puffed up. "You'll soon learn that petty sarcasm will get you nowhere in life. I don't know why I haven't killed you already, vulgar little pest."

'Don't worry Miranda, I'm wondering the same thing...'

Anyway, you just stare at her – having apparently forgotten you're not tongueless yet. She stares back, and you swear it gets colder. Maybe it's the giant gaping hole she left in the wall – oh yeah, she still needs to fix that.

"Look, in all honesty your priest-y-ness, you busted a hole through my house and then snuck up on me! Not to mention, you keep coming here uninvited and as much as the village adores you, I'm not at that point of delusion in my life yet. Maybe try being nicer?"

You sigh, ready to just die at this point. It's like you can't control yourself when it comes to annoying her; but it's funny the way her feathers literally ruffle when you do.

Miranda makes her way towards you swiftly, grabbing your face angrily. Her gold finger jewellery digs into your skin, it hurts a fair bit and she draws blood from your cheek. She leans down, her cold blue eyes burning into your e/c ones.

"I owe you nothing. You forget your place in this village, MY village. Nobody here likes you, pest, and I doubt they ever will. Disrespect me again, and not only will I take your tongue as compensation for you humiliating me; but I'll leave you to the Lycans and watch." She hisses, her pale lips curled back into a snarl as she forcefully shoves you away from her.