darkling, i listen

You're so cynical, Nacrissistic Cannibal!

Got to bring myself back from the dead!

The northern region of Ardent was fast becoming home to the spectral woman, she enjoyed the frigid temperatures and nearly year round snows. It made her feel as though she had truly escaped the persecution of her home pack, without actually leaving her real home. The monochrome queen makes her way through the woods today, her stomach pinching with hunger and Corvus scouring the area for any edible creature. Her kohl rimmed ears perk up as she catches the sounds of an excited magpie. Searching the skies, she spies his grey and ivory body circling above a particularly massive tree. It was twisted all the way up to the top, the curvature of its trunk making it stand out in the forest. This was good, for her, it would be easier to find what he was going on about.

Rose colored gems are pinned on the twisting giant, her dark black paws moving over snow and leaves without so much as a whisper. She cupped the terrain with her pads, the odd way of stepping learned from the snow leopards of her home. Watching them she learned how to do all manner of things. Making her way through the forest of creaking and swaying trees, Vianni keeps an eye on Corvus and his position in the sky. She took her time, walking leisurely along the snow, marveling at her ability to keep silent. The dark woman loved this about herself, but now was not the time to dwell on her magnificence. Through the trees, Vianni spots the back side of a wolf, Corvus circling almost directly above her. The bird was quiet now, seeing his wolf-mother close in on the strange wolf. Pausing for a moment, Vianni waits for an opportunity to move in.

The tan female hopped down, once she is occupied, the spectral queen makes her move. Without any form of protest from the terrain, Vianni's motions are fluid and silent. The snow beneath her paws doesn't dare to make a sound about the mad woman's weight, and within no time, she is on top of the tree's massive trunk. Watching with pale rose colored glasses, Vianni tilts her head as the other woman throws herself down and stares at the night sky. The moon was beautiful this evening, but Vianni was not here for that. Corvus lands in the top of the tree, keeping quiet as he winds down for the night, or waits for his friend to make dinner. It could go either way, really. While the strangely marked woman on the ground studied the sky, Vianni observed her.

It would be fun to stir things up with this wolf. Smiling wickedly as she reclines on the tree trunk, Vianni tilts her head then calls out to the wolf on the ground.  "It's pretty tonight!" With any luck, the other canine would be scared and Vianni would get some entertainment before dinner. A tinkling laugh escapes her regardless of reaction and she stares boldly at the tanned beauty. This would be fun, or at least that was the plan. This could also get bloody, which was perfectly fine with the masked devil. Time would tell, either way it would pass the hours of sleepless night away.