When you get where you're going...

She felt better in the southern continent, perhaps it was because she was born to the dry lands and harsh terrain. The demonic woman moved with a confidence most wouldn't dare to have if they were as young as she was, but Dea was not like most females. Her bright pink eyes looked around as she came to a halt, not realizing that she had come to the boneyard of Auster. There was a sweet metallic smell that was most familiar to the devilish girl, blood, and lots of it. There was so much that Dea couldn't help wanting to add to the stains that were scattered through the area. She lifted her head back and made a call, hoping that there would be a chance to spill some blood and let off some steam.