this sounds like a fun thread, so.... let's go. >:)c
edit: not really a character change, but... this might make things a little more interesting?? Brown is meant to be human, but I'm posting as her urban legend tab since it may be helpful in inspiring your character's behavior around her in your response. feel free to look at this tab and her other tabs for more information!!
finally, someone fucking kicks her ass like she deserves.
here's.... a follow-up.... potential cw for animal cruelty/violence, though it's nothing too graphic, nor does it actually happen?? it's mostly a metaphor about her squishing ants oops- also a cw for implied murder, but alas... Brown doesn't care about dying at this point... *pensive*
Funnily enough, the plague of aging never exactly caught up to Brown as she aged. Many remarked that she remained quite beautiful, even as an older woman. But nonetheless, she was older than she was before, and just a little more infamous too. She, of course, didn't care as she wielded a wolf's mask that carefully hid part of her face.
The mask in question was lined with real wolf's fur, and many believed over time that it carried some sort of magical property. The woman never cared to look into how or what, because she didn't give a shit about magic. She did, however, appreciate the surge of power it gave her, as she scanned the attendees at the party. They all wore animal masks, yet she specifically dictated in her invitation that the masks must be of a species that symbolized at least some aspect of the bearer. Most of the guests were mammals, though she did detect one with a viper - which she found quite intriguing. Almost intriguing enough to go after, but... Nonetheless, she stayed cooped up in the corner with her lovely glass of wine.
"They should have been rabbits, or sheep," the elder growled to nobody in particular, before parting her lips so that she could take a sip. It was red, not too fruity. She sighed and decided to finish up all of the alcohol, before rubbing her hands together and placing the glass off to the side. "To believe in the rumors without question, that is a shame," she hummed to herself further, her fingers gently tracing the outline of the glass, "but at the same time, they do all look so adorable in those outfits of theirs..."
She looked up to see her large prehistoric bird perched on top of a chandelier, its gaze apparently focused on... Something. The woman looked over in that direction. Apparently, the sea of people had started to shift ever so slightly, though that didn't concern her too much.
Brown just cooed, "Come along, sweetheart, you cannot just stare at everyone who arrives in the house like that. I know that you are unused to guests, but..." She waved a hand at the avian creature before giggling, then strolling up the stairs, just so she could get a better view of the rabble beneath her. What she wasn't aware of was the reason why the people were starting to shift: a remnant of the past that she had long since forgotten. She was wrapped up in herself and the cloak that her infamy provided, so much so that the frantic footsteps coming from behind her - and getting louder with each second - didn't seem to bother her.
Or maybe it was the music allowing her mind to wander. Who knows?
The older woman, by now, stood on top of her perch. She leaned ever-so daintily over the railing, fluttering her eyes as she reckoned everyone below. They really do seem like little bugs from here. She even lifted a hand and squeezed her fingers together, as if she were pretending to squish some ants. Ew.
Suddenly, the people stopped moving, pointed up at where Brown was. The hell is happening? she thought as she looked behind her and... Beheld a man holding a dagger up to her, looking as if he was ready to stab her at any moment.
She grinned at him, teasing bitterly, "You're fucking right he did not. Why? You want to do it yourself?" Brown stepped forward, lowering her wolf's mask just so he could see her face all the clearer. "I would not blame you. You will go down as a hero if you do, and perhaps you will go down in legend too, as the wolf-slayer..."
"... So, go ahead. Do it. I don't give a shit. I will technically never die, even if you let me bleed out onto my own house's floor at this very moment."