Welcome to where time stands still,
Where no one leaves and no one will.

She moved with all the confidence of a slowly drifting continent through the trees that seemed to wind and twist back on themselves. Gnarled branches intertwined to keep most of the light out despite the brightly shining orb and the clear day overhead. She was ready to live again, having remained hidden from the world of Auster since she killed her parents. Like a dark shadow, Naamah moves through the winding woods, searching for consumables. The demoness let her eyes scan over every tree, memorizing each turn she took, and pissing on the ones that dead ended so that she wouldn't go back. Winter was right around the corner, and she knew she needed to set about settling down.

She knew what she was after, what her friend wanted for them. The smoke colored woman moved on, her black flag high in the air as she made her way down a particularly long trail. Quid accidit cum invenitur? She asked herself. Lilith piped up in the back of Naamah's mind, a vague stirring creating a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. Er wird uns kennen, er wird uns sehen. Er wird uns nehmen. Haben Sie keine Sorgen, Kind. Naamah smiled, the black of her mask wrinkling as white knives were shown in the darkness. Lilith was right, she would know which was worthy enough to help her with her goals. Perhaps she would get lucky, he could be the first soul to cross her path since she came back to the surface.

"Naamah speaking." | "Lilith speaking." | Translations | Talking to Lilith / Thinking.

He couldn't recall having been in these parts before, but it was one more place in Auster to explore and investigate, right? As an alpha, it was his duty to get to know the lands around his own to see what they held. Resources such as herbs, water, prey...anything that could aid the pack in the future. This place so far, seemed kind of dark. Uninviting. Not a place that he wanted to linger in for too long as the atmosphere kind of sent chills through his spine, but nothing he couldn't handle, right? He loped down a path, leaves crunching beneath his feet. Somewhere behind him, Kimahri stalked...though his foot steps were alot quieter then Dragon's. The young male was kind of jealous that the Jaguar could be so stealthy, why couldn't he do that? "Hey Kimahri, can wolves be as stealthy as cats like you?" The jaguar stopped at his side, looking at him with a raised brow as he snorted and continued on, "Not when they're all as loud as you are." Dragon watched him with a sort of bewilderment, staring open mouthed at his companion. It took him a moment to recover, and as soon as he did he lurched forward to catch up with him. "I am not a loud mouth!" He exclaimed. Kimahri looked at him with a questioning glance, then suddenly stopped. "We're not the only ones here." The pair stopped where they were, Dragon's ears moving atop his head as he listened to his surroundings. The dampness of the woods didn't make it easy for him to detect his surroundings, but with a little more concentration he could somewhat make out the scent of another wolf. "Who's there?" His voice was strong, not colored by fear or anything of the sort. He was a big guy, he could handle himself. Plus he had Kimahri with him if things ever got too hairy. "Speech"

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It was the cat that caught the behemoth's attention, she had never seen such a magnificently spotted coat, and she decided that she would find out where he got his from and if she could borrow it for a while. That was, until the animal responded to another's voice, a masculine voice. Silent as the grave, Naamah stops and watches the pair of them, red orbs flickering eerily in the dim lighting as a soft breeze moves the limbs of the trees. She stood downwind, and the air that flowed through the brush hit her face and brought with it the scent of the cat and the male it spoke to. Another wolf, and a male with such a dangerous pet to boot. She would have to meet him now! Who's there? The male called, his voice strong and seemingly fearless. The dark witch had heard his like before, and the shrill screams they made as they fell still rang in her ears. Her father begging Lilith to stop her attack, thinking it was his daughter, the one he abused and hated had reduced him to a blubbering mass of blood and fur.

Cupping the earth in her paws and keeping her claws up made it easy to mask her approach, though the cawing of the crows had stopped. The very air around them seemed to tense with anticipation of Naamah's next move, as if the terrain held its breath and waited for the blood that would water it. There would be no blood brought, Naamah needed to be brought back to life, caught up on all of the things happening in the world. Now was not a time for risky behavior. Halting her stride a few body lengths away from the male and his cat, Naamah smirks but quickly hides the expression. "It is unwise to go yelling around in the maze...the dead may hear you." Her head twitched to the left as a tendon tensed before relaxing again. Her mismatched red gaze watched over the pair as she waited the reaction to her silent and stealthy approach.

A voice, and one he's never heard before speaks through the darkness. Following it, a wolf larger than him and even his tallest siblings. Green eyes stare at her with a slight hint of wonder, Kimahri leaning forward slightly as if in preparation to fight, though Dragon flicked him slightly with his tail. Easy. He thought. He wouldn't make a hostile move unless the woman before them decided to make hers first, though if it came down to it he hoped he'd be able to take her down despite her size. But then again, someone her size might easily be able to take everything else down with ease, and he was still not as experienced as he would have liked to be. One ear flicked forward as he watched her. What did she mean by the dead would hear him? "What are you talking about? The dead will hear me?" He was confused by her words. But he said nothing further as he waited for her to answer his question about it. "Speech"