Black Widow

"Does this heathen have a name or do I need to dig for it?" She would look at the alabaster and ebony babe, her violet and golden gaze looking into her blood red one. "My apologies, divine one. My name is Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov," she would say in her polite chord of tones, continuing to look at the woman as she would speak. Ahh, a heir of a pack. Wouldn't hurt to make alliances with this one.. She would dip her ivory crown in a show of the higher being in front of her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Schon Finnvi, heir of Valhalla," she would say with a soft smile, thinking of how she would react if Anzhelika would mention anything about joining the heir's pack.