Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands

It was strange for the pink eyed demon to travel so far away from what she had come to call home, the north was in her blood, and as a result the woman often found the warmer climates to be a bit much. The day was overcast, which would have usually spelled a good day for the succubus, today it only made her irritable. The need to rip something apart drove her from the lonely confines of her icy northern home and sent her south toward the traditional battle fields. Her trip was not long, nor arduous, and she had jogged on the way over to ensure her muscles were fluid and warmed up. She had come looking to relieve her jagged emotions.

Abandoned, left on her own by the ones who were supposed to be there for her always, Dea was forced to go it alone. She had no friends, her parents were nowhere to be found, as well as her siblings. Even the newest little demon had disappeared from Dea. It was all too much, and now frustration had built to the point of madness, and she needed to let off steam. A howl came to her eager ears then, and she found herself pausing on the edge of the field to watch as other wolves paired up and fought. The smell of blood and pain on the air mingled with the scent of adrenaline, giving a rush of its own to Dea's body as she moved with an ethereal grace toward the howler's direction.

There were two wolves present when she arrived at their location, a light-colored female who was almost an unblemished white if you missed the subtle flow of colors displayed by the wind and a dark male with mismatched green and orange eyes. Both wolves seemed to be at the same level of peace with each other, the male sitting there seemingly waiting and the female looking around as if she searched for another. Was there a third? Pink eyes looked around to see if there was, in fact, another wolf around, and seeing no other, she moved to close the distance between herself and the pair. Looking to the darker, relaxed male, Dea gave a sardonic smile and spoke in a way that one could tell she was in a bad mood, but trying to make the best of it. "Which one of you called for a playdate?" Of course, this would be a game to the devil's child, she was in love with blood sport and pain!  

*~~~* "Talking." *~~~* Thinking. *~~~*