Black Widow

The large pale hued woman would find herself heading in the way to the Wolfpaw Lake. Although she was new to the lands, she would get herself aquainted with the lands quickly.

Eric still hadn't talked to her. It had been a few hours since she had told him to fuck off but.. Did she really mean it? Eric seemed like her only friend in her little world of demonic thoughts. "No, it's not my fault if he fucking left for being a dumbass," the creme painted sadist would say with a snarl ripping through the air, ivory fangs snapping at nothing in particular. Well, if Eric would leave, she would just play his game right back. The white woman would seat herself at the lake, bicoloured gaze of purple and gold watching her reflection.