nightcomer
ooc: this thread contains extreme gore, language, and more. read at your own will. A grimace fell upon those crusty lips as she viewed the ship. The metal creation that the Gods must have thrown upon the land. Perhaps it was some sort illustrious throne room once. A throne for one of the man Goddesses that once walked this wasteland. Yet, now, it was surely grim. A chunk of foreign compound rotting away from the constant wind and snowfall. Fortunately, the snow was less now that spring was arriving. Though, that rarely seemed to bother the relentless blizzards of the north. The monster hated the south, but at times she truly despised the north. It was nearly as stubborn as the bitch herself. Her massive paws fell upon the crunchy snow with ease, there was no sign of urgency as she moved her way toward the mass before her. Eventually she found herself face to face with it, allowing for herself to slither up the deck towards the entrance to what was once the cabin. Her claws flicking against the hollow metal with each step. Alerting anyone who inhabited the depths of the tomb she was arriving with little 'tinks.' She escaped the snowfall as her body was consumed by the ship. Sliding down the stairs with ease, for it was not the first time the being had stepped upon this creation. Long ago when her mother brought her to these lands she ventured this monstrosity. Only with a little more curiosity. But, the woman was notorious for being sucked in by the pretty things in the world. This being one of them. Soon enough the woman was making her way down a hall, rather carelessly. Schon had a lack of fear for her surroundings. Within the north there was little that would creep upon her. Any sort of big cat would inhabit the rocky peaks surrounding them leaving the only threat to be other Wolves. Yet, she was not frightened by her kind. The feign wore no target and she could hold up in battle. Therefore, she sauntered around the corridors within the frozen ship with a lazy look within those ravenous eyes and her head low. "Talk" You Think |