Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence

OOC: Le rusty..need to get back into the swing of things.

Ashen paws would once more tread among the marshy swamp, once she had happened across this place, simply exploring at the time. Or so the molten dame believed. Ears shifted forward at an odd sound but she didn't pay it much mind as those paws lead her forth into the unknown. She was no longer a yearling, but a young women blossoming into her adult hood. However without her mother at her side and being alone as it was, it was hard to say where the path would take her. For this season didn't favor her or perhaps it did, it was hard to tell what hand fate had dealt her.

Pausing those molten eyes settled upon a moving shape, yet she did not budge as a snake crossed her path, some kind of water moccasin, but as long she didn't disturb it or cause trouble it would leave her be. Once it was clear of that path did she moved forth again, not heading particularly in anyone direction. Though, she wasn't sure where she was going to go much less do in these lands, it all was still quite new to her.

"Lango here."

She had missed her little cave that was...somewhere around here. She had traveled back from Hyder's domain in the West to fetch something she'd forgotten, but she hadn't told him that she left...she was an adult anyhow, she didn't need permission to go off on her own. She was no slave, though she had no idea yet that Hyder did have a slave of his own already. He was her friend, her guardian, her protector. And he was a pretty kitty at that! With a small smile on her face, she wandered in search of her old home, though she wasn't entirely sure where it was anymore. The first time she'd found it, it had been purely accidental. But since she hadn't been back in a season, she couldn't exactly remember where it was. Though by now, she figured she probably wasn't anywhere near her old den site. Frowning, she paused at the edge of ancient riverbed as she gazed about. Obviously this was the wrong place...there was too much snow, and the familiar scenery of her--wait! That was it! She had traveled North instead of East...Rolling her eyes, she groaned out loud as she slumped to the ground; head buried beneath her paws. How could she have been so stupid to go the wrong way? Suddenly, her ear twitched at the sound of a low shuffling sound. She wasn't alone, was she? Peeking out from under her paws, the girl spotted a sight very peculiar and very bright. Curious, she slid down into the riverbed and climbed the other side as quietly as she could, peeking over the other side like an investigative cat. Curiously, she watched the strangely colored wolf...though she wouldn't say a word as she stared in awe. Everyone she met, seemed to have strange colored pelts! "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence

It seemed just as quickly one company had vanished, another took it's place. Those keen ears shifted to the sound of a groan, clearly a wolf..but they didn't sound like they were in trouble. Perhaps they had gotten lost or had an upset stomach? It was hard to say, alas the molten dame didn't bother approaching. She wasn't too sure what she'd do or make of any other company at the time, perhaps a bit skittish. Tat gaze shifted to where the spot the sound had came from, before seeing a head poke out from behind a long. A simple stare was given which only lasted a few moments, before she began to move on. Skittish indeed.

The molten dame had much to learn, much more then she cared to say. For she was in the middle of the spectrum and yet could be easily be influenced to either side. It was hard to say just which way the lady would go or would she simply remain on the middle ground, neutral to everything going on around her? It could be hard for one to stand their ground and remain neutral no matter the odds or the chaos raging around them, swaying a side was far easier then remaining a neutral party. For everyone from both sides would try to get her to join them, to favor their odds against another faction, alas such was the way of politics.

"Lango here."

A storm brewed in the bottomless pit of her bowels, intolerable vehemence struck like a clock tower and pledged an allegiance that eloped with the far off dimmed light at the back of her caverns. A frenzied excitement could be seen behind her propellers, ones that consumed the very pigment of the goddess's emerald hues of a celestial nebula. Odessa's lips were seared shut, nothing came out and nothing went in, albeit the slight exhales and inhales of zephyr florid. Her honey melted tresses masqueraded around her scapula's in double time, hymns of acoustic melodies quaked in the aftermath of the devil's prongs. Two organisms came into Nia's line of sight, her brows knitted together in causing a discriminating chaotic appeal to transfer her moral complexity to something far more impious. Nia casts her venomous optics upon the molten babe and another multi-toned female coming in close contact. Lusterless manifestation held such a gorgeous corporeal embodiment that reigned cataclysm upon her very countenance, her joints counteracted and overlapped one another as she'd begin to stiffen. Her enormous frame was shrouded by the darkness that harbored her vessel within it's iron channels. Insömnia would trail the blades of her claws along the brim of the earth's crust. Unbiased by their phantasms indulgence's as the two both flaunted their glorious pelts to the whole world, whilst Nia herself is dressed in vanilla and bronze paintings - not too dull and not to much of a fashion statement. Even with the close range she was emitting from the two feminine beasts the woman decided to stray behind for a moment longer, unless she was detected sheltered among the dense shadows. Speech,

She ducked her head when the strangely marked male turned her way. Heart beating hard against her chest as she realized that she had been seen. Was it so wrong to want to know who the pretty woman was, and how she'd gotten such markings? Peeking out again with her ears flattened against her skull, she peered over the rise in a vain attempt as spying on the woman again. It was then as she spied, she felt the fur on the back of her neck stand up. Slowly, she turned her dual toned gaze behind her, searching the shadows for any sign of movement but saw none. Brows furrowing, she swallowed back the nervousness that clung to her bodice. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come up here without Hyder...at least with him around she wouldn't be so afraid of being out on her own again. She'd gotten used to his company, and the company of the girl that stuck around him too. As the feeling of being watched grew stronger, followed by a faint scent wafting her way and growing stronger, she couldn't contain herself. Leaping over the ridge, she dashed after the brightly marked woman like a cat as she bounded across the snow. Slowing her pace as she approached, her eyes showed nervousness as her pelt stood on end. "Um, you know...I think we're being watched or followed." She glanced behind her as she kept walking, steps stopped only when she accidentally walked into the hind legs of the taller female which caused her to plop back on her hindquarters. "Oops, sorry ehehe." A sheepish grin widened her already nervous features, would she have to worry about getting attacked today? The girl was quite naive, not having come across wolves that Hyder had said were 'bad' or 'evil'...really, Ashe was too much of a sweetheart, albeit annoying with her energy. "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence

An odd feeling had crept over the molten women, as if she was being watched. Yet that molten gaze despite peering back into the shadows over her shoulder found nothing of note. If someone was spying upon her then they were doing a fairly good job at it. Not that she'd admit such but it only caused that tendency to want to get away from here all that more strong. Those paws slightly picked up the pace, to simply get away. But it would seem such would not be so, not as the one she had spotted hiding behind a fallen long quite bumped into her. It caused the warrior to turn and sharply, only to face the girl; a emotionless expression was given where one would snarl and curse at the girl for her foolishness and clumsy behavior. The young women did not scold the girl so and instead; "Mind your paws." Not a warning or an angry word, simply some advice; as for the girls words those eyes shifted to the shadows. "Then the one sulking in the shadows should show themselves." The molten warrior spoke up, simply waiting to see if a response was given or if it was simply nothing.