I love the fog

What did it feel like, to be in pain? Vriska wasn't sure because she had always avoided it, she was old but she knew exactly how to get around. No one had come to challenge her in her days alive since she was so keen. In her puphood she had gotten very few chances to rest in training, so many would mistake her size. Though she was not invincible, she being unknown to pain was at a very good disadvantage. Since less experience meant less fighting skill. That was the large different between she and her brother. Though Vriska could smell the male coming already, she could tell that he was not here for a friendly stroll by the way he tried to hide himself. Vriska though to make sure acted as if she did not see him for a few minutes. Wondering to herself today if this would be someone she could play with. She was one for torturing after all. Little did she know she might as well just walked into a deadly trap. Lucky for her she had skill unlike a young one. As she stood on the branch and began to carefully climb down keeping her eyes alert.

"You know if you wanted to play, you could have just said so." she scoffed out loud. Flicking her tail as her violet eyes searched around. She could smell him, but the fog was thick, how wonderful. Though there was no sense of fear in her, she could do anything as far as she was concerned. Save her brother, no problem, defeat a big brute, even easier. At least that was the type of mentality she served herself. So, the fear factor had never been passed down to her, well this would be a nice test of course.