La Belle Fleur Sauvage

It had always been the night that suckled her, while it wasn't necessarily due to the sensitivity of her skin, the sun made her eyes burn and gave her a rotten disposition. The young goddess would much rather meet others by light of the moon, especially in the snow. Her white bodice seemed to disappear in the snowy blank spaces between trees, illuminated just enough to highlight her silhouette as she weaved a graceful path through the luminescent foliage. Her paws dipped into the snow carefully and cupped the earth as a great cat's would, hushing the fall of her paws to barely a whisper. Reflective lavender gaze almost seemed to glow white as the odd lights struck and illuminated them, lending a supernatural feel to the otherworldly beauty that was Lurid. Her head was held proudly, but there was a glint in her gaze that would allow others to see the beast that lay within if they knew what they were looking for. A beautiful savage flower, Lurid was truly hard to look at under the pale blue of the forest. Light brindle markings were highlighted and her fur glinted and seemed to sparkle as it caught the flash of glowing light while she walked. Strength poured from her, but not on her mortal shell. It was an aura, the way she carried herself spoke of power, of royalty.

The dark-minded woman strode silently through the mangrove, marveling at the trees and foliage around her. Perhaps one day she would claim the grove for herself if she could not find somewhere better to stash her family and any who wished to join her on her quest. Her dynasty would be restored, she simply needed time to sort out all of the kinks that came with empire building. Delicate ears caught the sound of a brook babbling, and her head made a swivel to catch the direction better, head tilting this way and that in an almost comical manner. Finally, water is near. As torn as this place had been by the volcano, Lurid was surprised to see this place still sort of standing. Trees had fallen as the result of tremors, and she could tell there had been a deficit of snow, despite the cold temperatures that seemed to plague the area. The closer she got to the brook, the less snow there was and dead grasses took over. The brown stalks looked as though they had all been swept by a giant broom, and in the center of it, all lay an innocently flowing stream. It was gentle enough for now, and Lurid padded to its banks, lowering her massive crown to drink while she flicked her ears about to ensure no one could sneak up on her. Hopefully, the brook would continue being tame for now, but the way the grass lay it spoke of flash flooding and faster draining. The world was unpredictable in its eruption aftermath, and Lurid could not think of a better time to get her feet wet...so to speak.