This sleeping giant’s coming awake

The Red Forest, oh, the memories that floated like sad wraiths about her porcelain crown. The dark queen could even remember with a certain level of fondness the day Kichi had frightened her with a spider. She sat still as a statue, eyes in an almost trance-like stare affixed to the mouth of the den she had once shared with Alastor and the pup she had killed for. It had grown over, the roots of one of the redwoods took over the large mouth of their den, her heart ached to think that something more tragic than her sudden disappearance had happened to them all. There was hardly any trace of her left at all, had she died? Perhaps so, even though she didn't feel very dead. The mad queen grew frustrated with ghosts from the past, with herself for wanting her would-be followers to be waiting on her return. It felt foolish, and it was. With an aggravated huff, the crystalline Mirovian moved through the trees, careful not to crunch any leaves or disturb the litter too much. She could not help the odd crunch, disjointed sounding in the deathly silence of the forest at night.

Her ghostly form would apparate from a diagonal behind the oddly highlighted man, his scent foreign to her. Coming from the right side of him, seen with just a look over his shoulder, she came to a stop a few feet away. Holographic white-lavender gaze was made all the more ghostly by the pale cloud of white that tried to cover her left eye, her expression one of near madness and territorial aggression; misplaced as it may be. She announced her presence with a simple clearing of her throat, the double vocal sounding as though there was more than one wolf making the sound. The moonlit goddess stood a full hand higher than the male, but she knew better than to take anyone as they appeared. Standing there, staring at the male, she gave an oddly hungry smile, and her tail rose in the air in a dominant fashion before flicking out to come to be parallel with the ground in an obvious challenge. With her head lowered in a predatory stance, she began to circle the male, licking her lips and sizing him up. "You seem oddly alone, here, dove. Care for some company?" Her words were at odds with the way she paced around him, her flashing eyes dangerous and dark.

Now, she allowed her paws to crush the leaves beneath her paws, skewing a few here and there with her scarred right leg as her scarred visage shifted expressions between smiling and anger. There was a hope that the male would feel threatened enough by the Night Mother as she circled him to spur him into fighting. An outlet was needed. Crunch, crunch Her kingdom had fallen here as well before it ever got to live. Crunch. Crunch. She snarled slightly, double vocals making the sound terrible. Crunch. The sound of leaves seemed to agitate her further, memories of Kichi running through them while she and Alastor rolled around enjoying one another. Dead leaves, dead dreams, dead meat. She stopped walking the moment she could face him, standing just two feet away from him, holographic white-lavender eyes boring into the glacial blue-green of the man's gaze. Hackles raised as a darkened sneer of a smile spread over her face, her head lowered as though she bowed to him, but her ears tipped forward in aggression. If he hadn't already made it to his feet, now would be a good time to do so because Ilyn moved in from the side, and Samael perched above his queen in a giant redwood.