La Belle Fleur Sauvage

Her ears swiveled on their bases as they caught the sounds of another large predator approaching, and while she had finished her dainty drink from the stream, Lurid had propped herself back on her haunches and admired the dying landscape. Death carried with it a chatic sort of beauty, and while most lamented the sight, Lurid could see them for what they were. Death was only the beginning, after all. Soon, new things would grow and there would be abundance again, until then, the dark giantess would make her own fortune. The brown male that had come upon the moonlit queen, deemed it appropriate to talk after taking his own long drink from the water. He had sounded quite thirsty, and Lurid gave his thunderous murmur a terse smile in response.

Upon turning her reflective white-lavender eyes on him, Lurid quickly appraised the wolf who had addressed her with a cool glinting gaze, and a soft smile gently curving her lips. It was a rare thing to catch the monsterous woman in a good mood, the words that the stranger spoke seemed to lift the spirit of the demon. "Is that all you can see from the destruction around us?" Her vocals were soft, inviting with a touch of reprimand in them. She wanted his debate, "Death is as natural as we are, do we not cull the sick and dying? The weak?" This time, there was a dark edge to her voice, though it kept the sweet timbre from before. Sitting proudly with her head tilted slightly askew on its base, Lurid waited for the response to come. Would he understand the renewal that came with death, or catch the subtle hinting at her most dangerous past time? Was he smart enough for such thoughts? Lurid didn't mean to undermine him in her thoughts, the brown brute seemed extremely capable, but how did he not know that in death there is life?