White ghost had drifted from it's normal plane of hauting grounds. This time it had slipped through the grasp of the powerful angel who ruled it. But had thehost not told the angel it was like the fog? That you could never truely hold it in one place? It h not drifted too far, staying in the cold north of Alacritis. If he was after all an angel, surely he would know shwould not go far, that he would know her where abouts. But to her, he would no notice her disappearance from his lands. He has other mortal females to blind with his voice and looks. Paws of the white female landed on red and black rocks. How interesting, nose bent to give them a good sniff. She never knew a place like this could ever be possible. She could not say "in all her life" because she could not remember her past. It was a fustrating fact, handicapping her most of the time. She just craved to know who she was, where she came from and the such. The breeze was cool, even so for summer. But it was not bad or uncomfortable. Really she could care less if it was freezing of burning hot. Her body was very capable of adapting to all climates. Deep green eye looked ahead down to a black shore. moving with an unearthly grace she walked down to the shore. The sand was soft and very warm, soaking in the sun's heat. Body lowered to the sand to allow her body to drink in it's warmth. She wondered what it might be like here at night. Surely a sight just as grand as in the day if not more. Speech Thought Others

The quivering flesh of the tepid queen rippled beneath defined muscles. For once she had fled the forest, fled her thoughts and the knowledge of her mate's latest activities; she had condoned them, and yet still the idea brought her grief and despise, so she ran. Blindly she coursed across the earth, a mere streak, racing with her mind numb, her legs a blur, her actions blind -- she cared nothing of the consequences, fled for the sake of fleeing. She needed air. The heated expulsion of her panting breath slammed from her lungs which burned with the weight of her decisions. She paid no heed to where she was going, and as she reached the shoreline, the woman's helter-skelter pace would be her downfall, her forepaws catching on an unseen rock and causing her to come to a screeching halt, tumbling head over heel and rolling heavily in the sandy shore, gathering bruises and cuts along the way until her momentum came to a halt and she lay sprawled on her side, gasping for air.

The peace was not to last this day but then when did it ever in her life? There always seemed to be something that accquired her attention one way or another. Her eyes had just closed, mind greatful for the space and peace away from the pack. It was an interesting pack. With only Isardis as the only male, things might get ugly soon. She hoped he was prepared for females clashing for their rights. It would be even worse when it came to breeding. The ghost was not one to really care. The pack offered her shelter and food, all she really needed. She did not care to know her pack mates, to fight for rank, or even to breed. It was just not her way. She would float among them, speak her few words and move on. So why was she here if the pack offered what she needed? Simply to just take a break from them. She needed me away from power hungry females. She just wanted time to think alone and what she was going to do. The thumming of paws running had the half blind female up on her toes. Her one eye searched out t intruder of her little bubble. Though it would seem they had come up on her blind side. The sound of erth being disturbed and move told her they had tripped. Lips pulled back to show white teeth ready to rip small frame rippled with lean muscles usually hidden in her soft white fur. She took a defensive stance, growling fiercely. Green eye glared down atthe white female in the sand, watching calculating. Speech Thought Others

Her jaws gaped, panting for air like a fish out of water. She grunted and groaned, moved each of her limbs in succession to assess the damage done and then sighed; she was battered and bruised, but nothing broken. It was then that a growl echoed in her ears, and the Amenti female shifted, twisting her chin back towards the source of the sound and spying the hostility of a pallid she-wolf who seemed to think the prone frame of Laxago was some sort of threat. "What are you looking at?" she grunted. She couldn't be bothered to move from her position sprawled against the earth's welcoming embrace as the waves lapped gently against her pristine fur, brows furrowing and the cool stare of her emerald glower settled evenly upon the stranger's irritable figure.

She watched the other lay there, sprawled in the black sand. Her one eye just staring at her as she spoke. "What are you looking at?" Kita just rolled her eye and took a few steps back. She had stopped growling but her stance was still stiff. If things had happened on her good side, this would not have happened. She would have been indifferent, possibly not even moving but to simply watch. She grunted at the other's remark. "It would seem i am staring down at one who has no control over it's paws." She responded in her heavy irish accent. She sat down and watched her. She did not seem to be hurt so Keita would not ask. Her scent though bothered her slightly. That was a pack scent no doubt about it. And she was sure she smelled of her own as well. "What pack are you from?" she asked after a moment. She jt truely curious. If another pack was near by Isardis would need to know. And Keita would need information about them. She would not planning to stay with the albino male forever. Speech Thought Others