The angel would waltz with upmost poise and grace, excessive tendrils sweeping the dusted surfaces of snow-bound landscape; the creature but an invisible outline against the pallid back-drops of the winter wonderland that enveloped him, delicate corals combining with blistering sallow to be the only give away of his camouflaged existence. Golden bands curl elegantly above elbows, proud bangles of wealth, a metaphorical suggestion of the seraph?s treasured self-worth. He would pause, hazy intentions clouding the iris of ruby eyes; striking skull rotating as if in slow-motion search of reason, an imaginary audience applauding his grace with the slapping of eager palms. As easily as the beast had ceased, he would continue, floating, drifting, sweeping. His form a figure of enchanted dreams as mythical wings would beat effortlessly behind cherry heels. And so the stalking would begin, eager aspirations encouraging the mature fiend to study ideal pack-lands, to find the weakest link and attack at flimsy corners. Word had it that an immature 2 year old female had recently staked a claim upon neighbouring lands, her territory that of sheer beauty and excellence, her abilities to defend it no more than fragile. It was said she had maimed the previous king, a creature of far greater era, however Isardis doubted her fortune would persist; he would find her, and he would pick at her core until she blessed him his ever-craved emperor title. If she had to be killed then so be it. Though the packs scent remained weak, barely notable against the frigid kiss of spring snow, only the nearing stench of female would prickle his pipes; send his brain into a flurry of ecstasy as he began to ravenously seek her existence.

Life as a leader was fulfilling in a sense, but like most things Medusa quickly found herself bored. The wrath of Newt was taking much longer than anticipated, and the harlot much wished for the dramatics. She enjoyed the throws of war, the spill of blood, the prickle of pain, provided none of those things were coming from her beloved Jupiter. Oh, how it had made her seethe to think of her alpha all torn up after the death match, although it certainly helped to think the bastard who had done it was now rotting in a grave. Nonetheless, the delayed war left her restless, wandering across the North and visiting Ludicael more and more often. Today she found herself staring at a stranger, curious about what she wished to do with his presence, before deciding she would just wing it. It was rare she ever truly knew what she wanted, anyways.
?Am I deceived, or have the gods sent an angel across my path?" she purred, approaching with the confidence and air of an alpha, lacking in any sort of reservation that a woman might have when faced with a strange male. Her eyes roamed over him, finding him suitably attractive, reminding the Madame of a certain albino member within her own lands. Perhaps they were relatives? Oh, it would be most foolish to assume such a thing. Instead she approached him, moving gracefully, stopping only if she managed to get within a respectable distance. He seemed to be on the trail of something, a something which she was uncertain of. ?You seem like a man who is searching for something, although I do suppose it is rare to find one who is looking for nothing at all," she mused, although she didn?t truly reflect on the thought. Wolves were creatures of ambition and desire; those lacking in these traits in any manner were few and far between.

The ebony would approach with a sickening poise and self-confidence that would claw at his lungs, pain beginning to rattle his ego as the pair sought the company of one another with manifest haste. Her pride would fizz at his flesh, irritate the ghoul down to the last hair that encased his cherry leather; her beauty disguised by the agony she induced within his core. Females, seeing such weak creatures flaunt with false conceit was enough to nauseate him, send his ruby gaze narrowing to a determined gape as his mind would begin to ravenously tick over plausible ways to shatter her, to destroy everything she had to be proud of. Though he would remain, perhaps, ever-so-slightly wary, reserve his distaste for post-analysis. A wicked smirk would begin to twitch at pink lips, puppeted by the strings of an imaginary handler; a switch being flicked within his skull that would send the beast?s focus from location to character, mind becoming absorbed by the swaying of her feminine hips. ?Only by flesh, my darling; a disguise a demon would wear with precipitous pleasure,? her tone ached his intellect, his biased opinion quaking with unease within the backdrop of his reasons, though he would tame the dwindling urges to exude her buoyancy? for now. ?My kingdom,? and the effortless retort would be all she would require, waltzing with upward spirit until he stood barely a metre from the tantalizing tip of her nose; where a heavy breath would flurry towards her.

She knew how to play placid and submissive, how to give one complete control over her, but it was not a demeanor she was used to assuming. Nor was it one she could in her current position; she was alpha, and to let others trod upon her would be weakness. Certainly she was alright with rolling over in fits of passion, to giving up control when it came to the bedroom. Such encounters were unimportant after all, at least in the mind of the Amenti Madame. She grinned at the male?s response, wondering what this entailed for their encounter. Would the demon wish to please her?
?Some might argue we are all demons in disguise," she mused. ?Might I be so bold as to ask what terrible wrongs you inflict?" she hummed, tilting her head in a most curious fashion. She observed him as he moved, eyeing with clear want until his paused, breath kissing her midnight pelt. He would be a lovely bed partner, and she wondering what their contrasting pelts would feel like as they rubbed together. At his mentions she grew curious. Did he wish to steal a throne? She wondered what his intentions were; up in the North there were only two packs, one being hers. She felt it necessary to ask, to know who the threats to her reign were. Perhaps if she did not have Jupiter and Newt to worry over she would have offered up Amenti, but alas that if could not be.
She inched closer, moving her head to one side to bring it closer to his ear. She would not let them touch, no, the temptress would leave the first move up to him. ?And what sort of Kingdom does the prospective King seek?" she asked. ?Or am I mistaken? Have you already inquired a throne?" she asked, hoping to seem a power hungry whore and not an alpha curious for the sake of her pack. She liked deception, enjoyed playing games, and she wanted to see his face when he realized her strength.