Natasha controls her breathing. It's the only way she can affect her heart rate in any capacity. She doesn't want to give her enemy the satisfaction of knowing her fear, her apprehension, of this new unknown to her surroundings. It's not a perfect solution but it's the best a human can achieve of their own free will. The force of Winter's storm doesn't seem to reach her here where she follows where she's being lead. Only a fool would think they were stalking their prey. Natasha is not the hunter here.
She is the prey. A dangerous prey, but just the same...
Driven by her hatred over a god she thinks she understands far better than she actually does Natasha strides with purpose despite all the feeble survival warnings her monkey brain wants to flood her with. It isn't until she gets a better look that her confidence begins to waver. Nothing about this setting or this game is familiar. But who? A chill that has nothing to do with Winter's bite jolts down Natasha's spine when the woman speaks.
An unknown opponent is too much of a risk. She's miscalculated--there's not enough to go off of here. But there's no running away, is there? Natasha swallows roughly before she forces herself to speak in reply.
"How gracious of you. I wasn't aware I'd done anything that was deserving of..." This cloaked stranger talks like an Asgardian, or even loftier. It's best to hold her sarcasm for now. These are dangerous unknown waters she is treading. "Such an honor. Would it be impudent of me to ask you to clarify?"
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She is the prey. A dangerous prey, but just the same...
Driven by her hatred over a god she thinks she understands far better than she actually does Natasha strides with purpose despite all the feeble survival warnings her monkey brain wants to flood her with. It isn't until she gets a better look that her confidence begins to waver. Nothing about this setting or this game is familiar. But who? A chill that has nothing to do with Winter's bite jolts down Natasha's spine when the woman speaks.
An unknown opponent is too much of a risk. She's miscalculated--there's not enough to go off of here. But there's no running away, is there? Natasha swallows roughly before she forces herself to speak in reply.
"How gracious of you. I wasn't aware I'd done anything that was deserving of..." This cloaked stranger talks like an Asgardian, or even loftier. It's best to hold her sarcasm for now. These are dangerous unknown waters she is treading. "Such an honor. Would it be impudent of me to ask you to clarify?"