A shriek pierces the silence, and for a moment, Desdemona is unsure if it had slipped from her giddy lips, ajar and coiled into a twisted smile. But the howl is accompanied by the skitter-scamper of malnourished, gangly legs fumbling about in the darkness - a creature, so disgusting and pitiful - cowering in the face of the invader. Desdemona pauses, stands to attention, and rises on her tippy-toes, darkness spiraling up from beneath to propel her forward with a serpentine shadow to catch the monster.
"Gotcha~!" She hovers a finger, pointing to boop the little creature with the tip of her nail, but she never quite makes contact. The little one was still rather disgusting, despite the adoration held in Desdemona's heart for its peculiarities. If she were going to get down and dirty in the much, it would be for her own grisly pleasure. Something gnaws at the daemoness of virtue, though as traces along the outline of the shrieking beast, trembling so vividly that Desdemona can't help but mirror it in pure elation, cackling with a shrillness that overtakes the monster's own. "You're not an evil little beastie at all, are ya? Tut-tut~ And just when I thought I was going to be able to have some FUN!" Mona pops backward, standing with a twirl, wagging her finger in disapproval as she stares down at the creature with eyes that ebb back to a distant blue, making its chittering sounds, that border now on confusion. There's nothing malicious about the monster at all, she can feel no sin radiating off of its tiny body - only fear.
"You're just a naughty little creature, aren't you~? Too many sweets and your little paw was caught in the cookie jar by yours truly~ Qu'est-ce que je peux faire avec toi~? Mm?" She offers the creature a grin, turning to prance away with a little tap of her jittery paw at her thigh to invite the tiny monster to follow. "Now you're going to be a good little beastie and apologize for all the trouble you've caused me and all the villagers~" It waddles hesitantly behind, the tiny ball of blood-stained fluff scurrying in the dark and recoiling when light hits its vision at the entrance of the cave.
"The little one here is just a gluttonous little fellow, no need to snuff him out quite yet~ I would wager he'd look quite adorable if you bathed him! And such a help when it comes to helping your little problem, yes?" She'd press into the burly man again, pout, and weaponize all of her wily charms, dragging the tip of her nail up his forearm. "So be a dear one more time for me, okay?"
A peaceful resolution that demanded bloodshed and amends for a reclusive creature so detested and painted so tragically wretched by the masses. Desdemona Lafayette contemplates her day on the journey back to the village, hand skimming the ocean's surface as she lingers on a single thought.
"What a bore~"