<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/monstergirlencyclopedia/images/2/21/Hellhound_cloth.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/339?cb=20150222064724)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">RENOA</span><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Meeting place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Tabitha, Suzume, Riku, Torikai<br/><hr/><br/>Renoa fumed at the bird's comments about her hygiene. The flames around her eyes flaring up violently in response to her rising temper. This harpy was really starting to grate on her nerves, and she was certain the little birdie wouldn't like to actually scrap with her. A few scratches and cuts from those talons wouldn't stop Renoa from doing anything she enjoyed...however a little fire singing those fluffy feathers of hers, and the harpy would be grounded until they could regrow.<br/><br/>"I bathe..." She grumbles, her eyes narrowing at the harpy. "...in both fire and water. So do not test me, you glorified chicken, or I'll be eating drumsticks and wings for dinner." She adds, not even trying to veil her threats to the harpy. She had enough of the bird's attitude and mockery. While true, Renoa hadn't exactly shown a lot of respect to her and her host, she would not tolerate such insults. Some playful name calling is one thing, but twice now she had said Renoa was filthy and disgusting, which quite simply wasn't true. She might not be the neatest monster in the world, but she always bathed regularly, even at home in the forest.<br/><br/>She crosses her arms in front of her chest. Not really to hide her breasts, but more as a display of annoyance. She glances toward Tabitha as she makes her own comments about her nudity. Her's at least were more playful, though the annoying harpy and ruined Renoa's playful mood. "If my nakedness is a problem...give me that." She replies, motioning toward the hoodie that she had conned Riku out of. Probably wouldn't reach past her hips, but it would be something to cover herself a while. Not that she minded being naked at all, it was her natural state of being after all. She didn't really want to admit that the whole clothes incinerating thing had been unintentional. She was so unused to such things she didn't even consider the possibility they were flammable. Any bodily coverings her people wore were made of thick leather, and pretty flame resistant. Such a fiery display wouldn't have even singed a loin cloth made my her tribe's leather workers. "I'll return it when I come to visit..." She adds, looking toward Riku. She knew that would probably get the harpy's goat, hearing that despite everything the hell hound still intended to accept his invitation to his home.