There were things that the alabaster wolfess obviously didn't like about the warm weather. The lack of snow was one of them, and her thick fur normally grew too warm as it absorbed the light and heat. Despite the fact that she disliked heat and warmth and immense brightness, a child of the ice and snow through and through, she kept an optimistic attitude. It as something that she did regardless of how she felt -- besides, she couldn't help but keep a smile on her face and a hopeful, joyful glimmer in her pale blue eyes.


Nadie glanced around the area she had been wandering through. The path beside her sloped downwards, leading to a riverbed that had long since dried up, leaving only cracked clay and sand. Nadie followed the downwards slope until she reached the rock-laden area, her nose twitching as she scented the area. There seemed to be no others around, but the stale scent of wolves hung around the riverbed. Nadie's smile disappeared, a mutual look spread across her wolfish maw. She glanced around again, pale eyes scanning the area before she sat herself down in the middle of the riverbed, her tail thumping gently against the ground.

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Soft whispers intruded her quiet thoughts, the ivory sadist twitching her right golden orb, a sickening cough being choked up in her throat. 'You're a murderer. You need to kill. Unless the darkness will consume you and you will rot in Hell too early, my darling.' The voice spoke to her, pale ear instinctively flicking back. His low lyrics would sing out to her in a rotting chord, the way he said calling her darling so vaguely familiar to her. 'My Anzhelika. . .' His voice would call out in her mind with another sick whisper, ebony lips pulling back in a low growl. "And where the Hell have you been, Eric?" She would ask, voice laced with the usual wrath of disgust, and hate, holding no emotion. But, there was no response in her mind. No little Devil on her shoulder to tell her all the wrong to do in the world. The ivory Queen would narrow her eyes in anger, sinking down onto her haunches, caramel dipped tail wrapping neatly over her large paws. She sat at the far edge of The Marble Wash, looking to find solitude instead of fulfilling her sadistic cravings.