Black Widow

A voice would break the silence. The large pale hued woman would tilt her head to the side, looking at the newcomer. The other babe was white as well, with darker markings ranging on her body, the color of her eyes a blood red. She held a sense of insanity within her. She smelled of a pack, and she carried herself with grace, pride, and loyalty. Anzhelika liked her vibe. "Greetings, divine one." She would say with a polite tone, bowing in respect to the dominant one. Heterochromian gaze of violet and gold would flick around the woman's body before meeting her red gaze. She would slightly perk her ears up in the woman's direction politely, curious of what the large ivory babe had to say.