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White and black bridled the Queen, her lustrous coat bouncing with every step she took, and not a single step was taken without purpose. There was drive in her eyes. Ambition. She was a warrior, summoned upon the new lands for yes, her family, first and foremost, and secondly, for her simplistic tactics. She was a behemoth in battle, even if at standing she was hardly anything extraordinary. Thew seemed to froth at each fine curve of her essence, decorating her in liquid awe. Steely teal gaze devoured the Earth as she sought out her next endeavor. Who would she be, or even he? There was a new place of possibilities. Possibilities she wanted to exploit.

Rivera's movement was that of a fine weapon, as though the blade of a refined blade shifting through the air, cutting all it dare touch, and yet, there was a softness to her eyes, a tender readiness, subtly to approach her, and physique to end those deserving. Ravenous jowls would open to the world, her salmon tongue crossing her inky lips before her firm bodice would sit complacently upon the topography, her shoulder leaning against a dark tree, and more than her rest, something far more intriguing would come to place her. A man. A man that moved in the same manner she danced. He had a passion. He had a gleam in his eyes that told he was looking for something, and she could only beg the question.

"Not to sound cliche...but why so serious?" A smile would dance across her features as she cooed from the foliage, eyes dancing over the large man. What was he? What exactly was he doing so far out here...so purposefully? The wolves of Alacritia had so far failed to impress her. The dolt fighting the white wolf, oh he had just pissed her off, but, she had hopes for the man before her, and while she would never trust him, perhaps entertainment of sorts could be arranged.





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