into hell's mouth we march

Mariposa padded her way into the enterance of Hell's River, her beautiful Black pelt illuminating against the surroundings, but fitting in ever so perfectly in the dark worlds of her mind and Hell's River.

Mariposa reached Hell's River and stood tall, holding her head high. She closed her eyes and hummed softly in pleasure as the heat from the burning magma reached her pelt and made her skin warm. She bowed at Hell's River in great respects for the earth giving the Queen Of Darkness a beautiful sight for her eyes. Mariposa lifted her head, throwing it up in a howl. "Bow down to your Queen!" She said, throwing the words up into the dark air.