as you are

She hadn't a clue where she was.

The scent of blood was stale in the air so the woman knew that something must've happened recently, though had little clue as to what. Some great war, perhaps, or even a massive pack hunt. She certainly didn't know she was marching around a place for sparring as if it were some kind of colosseum. Not that she wouldn't welcome a good spar or wrestle, it just in the front of her mind currently.

As she wandered around the plains, she noticed someone standing off in the distance. As they appeared to be the only two in this otherwise vacant land, Jezebel made her way over. She would only slow her pace to a walk when she was within talking range, even if it required a bit of projection. He wasn't as large as the last man she'd seen, but similarly to him this man did have some fascinating features. Out from his upper lip were two massive fangs, much longer than anything she'd ever seen before. She wouldn't call him beautiful however, but she was equally fascinated by the blue tones in his coat.

"Would you like a little company?" She smiled, almost too innocently.

"Speech!"