The little french girl hopped around. Her tiny frame stood out within the shadows of midnight. Her pink skin was hidden by her shadow engulfed white pelt. For once she looked semi-normal. Except for her pale-pink nose and colorless eyes. The German Shepherd was surrounded by heated springs that engulfed the area with steam. Her fur was dampened by the humid air. Her paws pressed down on the slightly moist mud beneath her. She as erked by the gross dirt that hung to her pristine white fur but decided to ignore it for now. The little Canine rolled her perfect shoulders as she found a medium sized pool. The Albino stared down into the steamy water and let a paw poke down into its depths. She let it reside within the hot water for a few moments before she took it out. The woman enjoyed the temperature so she decided to elegantly slide in. Her sensitive skine tingled with a warm sensation as she was engulfed. Her muscles instantly eased from their tense state and she smiled softly. Antoinette sat in the water and gently relaxed. Pale orbs stared up at the moon that hung within the center of the sky. Speech,

Silently he slipped through the underbrush until he was closer to the mountains. He moved around with ease and sharp muscles torqued and tightened beneath his silvery hued coat. Eyes glimmered across the slopes of the landscape and it took him little to no time before his eyes were adorning the portions of a young woman. There was no change in the king's demeanor nor was there a change in his expressions. She were just another simple being that was allowed to live because she had been dealt the right cards thus far. What was in store for her on such a fine day? The empyrean's tail curled and flicked as he moved towards her as nothing less than the lumbering mass he was. Nose wrinkled and a virulent grunt expulsed itself from his lungs. He did not enjoy her, though he enjoyed none, so it was not to be taken with impudence. She was another being, always below him. They all were. He found only one joy and one task, and he was sure that it would be his. He needed supremacy, though he did not cling to it and crave it. For, why crave what was so easily taken? The behemoth rolled his shoulders and continued to decorate her in his encumbering gaze.