Falling inside the black

She had been doing an awful lot of sleeping as of late, and a lot of eating. Her appetite had been as varied as it was voracious, and the woman had even contemplated eating Noctus. That was once, and it was because he was the reason she couldn't leave the safety of their ship. Subconsciously, her ears twitched as the sound of a familiar song called to her. Solara gave a grumbling purr and moved with their guard and her master to follow the call without hesitation. The woman growled under her breath but made her way off the ship and toward where her mate and king had called her. Keeping the woman caged up in the ship had not made her the most delightful traveling companion for the wolverines who had been set to guard her, snapping at them when they came too close to touching her. She was outside, and she wanted her own space for a change. The woman reeked of death, having been bedding on a pile of skins and chewing the bones of rotting corpses as they piled around her.

She knew she was close when she scented the spicy smell of her mate and the perfume of a female nearby. Her gray tail lifted and waved as she assumed he had brought her someone to feast on, though the scent of blood did not color the air. Perhaps he brought her someone to play with before she killed then? She was dying to hunt on her own again, rather than being catered to as if she were a pup. She was pregnant, not injured. Her paws picked up speed until the creatures at either side of her had to jump through the snow to keep up. Eager for the hunt, Vianni was not prepared for what she saw when she finally came into view of her husband.

Pressed close to his side was a brown and white femme who was eating a feathered feast, and Lucifer waiting expectantly. She halted in her tracks, from a full lope to a dead stop in a split second. Red tinted her vision and rage enveloped her heart as the female dared to thank her mate for choosing her. Looking between the two, Vianni feels her muscles begin to quake as her breaths became hard and shallow. A fire seemed to flow through her veins as she shifted her gaze between Lucifer and the strange woman he fed. Her voice was low, deadly and deceptively calm as she stood yards away. "What is this?" She asked it simply, her dusty rose colored eyes hard and accusatory on her mate. Lucifer brought her here, had called Vianni to him for her to see this, but what did it mean?