The ivory Queen would trot gracefully through the alabaster tundra, large muscles rippling under her flesh and pale fur. Gold and violet orbs would scan the white empire out of sheer boredom. The pale sadist was craving something to cease her sickened thoughts. Her eyes would land upon a huge, ice dwelling kingdom. Well, at least it looked like a kingdom to the girl. "Look, Sabre. I found a kingdom for us," Anzhelika would tell the snake that slithered itself around her neck. "My, my, Queen Anzzzhelika, you're doing quite ssswell in thessse landsss," the snake would say with a hiss, watching the large phenomenon placed before them. "Hmm.. I don't think it will do, though. It seems as if it would get too cold in the winter, here. That is not acceptable." She would say with a high turn of her head, placing herself next to the vessel. "I'll stay here for now, the solitude is driving me insane and bringing me peace at the same time." Anzhelika would say with a small grin, thumping her caramel dipped tail against the powder snow. "Oh, Anzzzzhelika. You'll neverr bee alooone wittthhh me," Sabre would tell her, and she would respond with a giggle at his words.

Albion had never seen a wolf and a snake speak before. To think on it, he'd never even heard a snake speak on it's own, or to another. As he watched the pair from a ways off, his brows narrowed in curiosity and confusion. What on earth was the world coming to? He allowed himself a sigh and began to approach, saddened with himself because he couldn't seem to resist. He was a damn fool, honestly, and his day would probably go so much better if he would just keep walking and not ask so many damn questions. But no. No, he had been born curious. "Good morning," he would call out as he drew near. "Couldn't help but notice your friend, there." He tilted his head the slightest amount, and pressed his lips in confusion. His tone was not overly friendly, neutral if anything, and his stance was not so relaxed as to say 'I really just want to sit here and talk for hours.' No, he wanted his question answered and he wanted to be on his way. He could only hope it happened that way, but these things all to frequently went awry. "Talk" "You" Think

A male would seemingly appear out of nowhere, surprising the ivory Queen. He was being polite, the least a Queen deserved was some manners. "Good morning to you, babe." She would say with a soft coo, a sly grin pulling at her ivory lips.

The male would compliment Sabre, the snake hissing and rattling his tail, pleased. "What shall I call you, babe?" Anzhelika would ask in a curious tone, sitting on her haunches, large muscles rippling with her movement under her lean flesh and pale fur. The ivory Queen would quickly scan her gold and violet gaze over the male, checking him out. He was large, and his coloring and marking was almost boring. But, those blue eyes. Those ocean blue eyes were her favorite part out of all of the male, the Queen meeting his blue gaze with her own gold and violet one.

( OOC; Oi. Bad post. I apologize. First post Anzhelika snapped and almost attacked him. But stupid internets stopped working and deleted my post Dx )

Her affectionate moniker seemed tainted somehow, and it did little to set him at ease. If she was surprised by his arrival she hid it well. Languid tones would slip from her icy maw and simmer in his ears. What to call him? She could call him anything she damn well pleased for all he cared but the granite boy thought he might as well offer his name. "Albion," he would say shortly. She had utterly ignored his question, but... He restrained a sigh. It was already appearing as if this conversation wouldn't be going as planned. He had half a mind to just bid the strange fae and her... friend good afternoon and be on his way. His eyes drifted over the snake's form, appreciating. He was wise enough to recognize the lethality in his shape and coloring, but if the pale wolfess he faced wasn't worried he saw little reason for concern so long as he maintained a bit of distance. He could outrun a snake on the ground, and rat piss to anyone who thought otherwise. It was the lunging that would be a problem. "He's a handsome fellow, at any rate," he would say almost amiably. His tone lacked something of warmth or intrigue, but the interest was certainly there. His point and purpose was clear, and he could only hope the strange would not evade him any longer. "Talk" "You" Think

"Hmm, yes. Why thank you. That is why he is mine, a Queen like I deserve the best." Anzhelika would say with a high turn of her ivory crown and a high flick of her pale and caramel dipped banner. Her gold and violet audits would land to seek upon his blue ones, the girl staring deeply into his orbs. "Oh, Albion. Give me your eyes. They're so lovely like the purest sea, or the finest gem, like a perfect sky on the perfect day," She would lift her leg and poke the male's chest, a smirk being painted across her features. "If you don't want to be claimed by me, then I accept it, I won't fight and force you. But all I'm asking is you do. Or, at least be my guard? I have no one to protect this glorious body of mine, I doubt you would want to pass up an opportunity as this one, my sweet?" The ivory Queen would ask him in an innocent, pleading voice, the girl still locking his fascinating gaze with her's, Sabre the snake slowly slithering off of Anzhelika's neck and rattling his tail, rubbing his body against the fur of Albion's neck.

We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts when we're holding too tight Albion had the feeling that it was time to make his escape. It was hardly a subtle, creeping feeling, but closer to an icy brick lodged deep in his lower intestine. He cleared he throat a bit awkwardly and took a step back. "Ah, sorry," he stuttered. "I kinda need them, and I have no business guarding anyone." He took another few hasty steps in retreat. Gods, this fae must be crazy. She had this weird way of speaking that made him a bit leery to begin with, and she wouldn't even answer his questions. No, he had no business with her. I told you to just keep walking! he would remind himself. It wasn't until the snake reached out in an attempt to brush his belt that Albion sprang backwards with a nervous laugh. "Listen, it's been great talking to you but, uh, I've got a thing. So. Yeah." Another nervous laugh and Albion turned, loping away. Good gods, that ought to teach him to be curious! He'd learned a long while ago that certain wolves, and typically rogue wolves without the company of others of their kind, were very strange. Oh yes, he'd be much better off without anymore contact of her sort. -EXIT ALBION- "Speech," Think

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov

Her gorgeous and angelic delicate features would be scorned with disappointment and wicked hate. Ha! This male couldn't handle her crazy shoz nizz. Though, it was understandable the way he was talking and the way he held him self ever so slightly in a submissive position to her snake friend, Sabre. "Bye!!" Anzhelika would quickly yell after him, picking her own large, pale bodice up and taking an elegant turn. She sashayed out of the territory from the large, sunken vessel, hips and tail swaying with her movement. Ahh, how she loved teasing and chasing boys away like that. Sabre was just her little helper. The ivory sadist would chuckle with a wicked tone, disappearing off into the distance.

(OOC; ~Exit Anzhelika)