continued from here with @the-darkest-shadows
“oн вυzz oғғ, woυld yoυ?!” He snarled, swatting a small, iridescent bother out of his sight. How in the world did that woman put up with these things? So noisy, and annoying, and they were making him draw on the last of his patience.
He hated those infuriating faeries ever since he tried to keep them caged.
“тooтнғaιry-!” Pitch demanded, shielding his face from another on slaughter of the small creatures. This is not how he pictured this going. Violence, yes. From tiny bird things? Not so much.
He was going to pluck the feathers off every single one of them-!
The tiny dive bombers continued their annoyances to the Shadow, dodging the swings he took at them. They had a mischievous side when they wanted to. And when it involved Pitch Black, the girls took every opportunity to let that devious flag fly.
Toothiana was hovering nearby, more than a little amused at the display before her. She was ready to make a move at a seconds notice of need be. But just the same, she crossed her arms, a smirk making it’s way onto her lips.
“Well. Having some trouble?”
