The breeze that whirled and twirled around the rather large silver toned temptress made the ends of her tail to twitch, a sign that meant something was very wrong. A stone cold look on her face, as if she was out to kill someone. Though, it wasn't like that at all, this goddess simply does not like life. Everywhere she went, everything she did held no emotion to it. Some say she is immune to pain, never knowing if she cut her leg off or not, nothing phases her which makes her deadly in battle. Some would call this, painless. That's the word. Emotionless. That's another. There's a lot of things she can describe her as, and those are two of them. But, judging by her looks other wolves mistake her as a masculine by the bolder-like build of a God, she is stacked with muscles and long legs that vibrate with each fragments. Yet, do not underestimate her, she is one that will attack without warning and not hesitate to snap your neck if need be. Over the years though, she had gotten better at controlling her anger, making her a tad bit conscious and patient; not don't get kinky, she still has her anger issues with this one. As a pup, she was tortured. Her parents never did accept her, and being the child of a brother whom was sought to be the next hire to the thrown was hard to accept. So the only righteous act she had proclaimed at a very young age was to murder her brother, her own kin. Her father didn't want a daughter, he wanted a son that could take the place of Alpha when he died, and yet that couldn't happen under Sinister's control. So she slaughtered him one day while they were playing, claiming that he got into a bad conflict with a predator. Though, her father knew better, and the blood masking her whole bodice concluded that she committed the crime, and this drove her father to go mad with rage. So with that, the women's father chased her off the land, and from then on out Sinister had to grow up quickly and adopt to the hazardous life as a young pup. And this is where she is now...
Climbing over tiny rocks, pebbles, twigs, and patches of grassy hills and steep undergrowth's, the fae rightfully known as Sinister carried herself across the open plain meadow and back into the safe haven of the shadows once again. She has been walking non-stop for over 5 hours and not knowing where she was going to end up and ready for anything as her muscles tensed with suspicion. There wasn't any rustles coming from under dead leaves, or rabbits zigzagging past her feet to escape from the outside world. The tips of her auricles shot up to hear the slightest sound of shuffling coming from the distance, alert and cautious, the feminine snow white colossal babe took her stance with power and envy. Letting her masculine frame relax to look calm and collective, though one with a more keener eye could detect she was armed and dangerous; ready for a fight.
Her cloudy, sparkling silver/steel tainted orbs narrowed into slits, tension rising inside of her as she listened to the brutes movements. Not liking this she didn't emerge from the darkness, awaiting for him to do that first. Though at the looming outline of his body, he seemed like a rather incredibly built male. So, she stalked him in silence, crouching lower to the ground, but not letting her coat touch the ground now almost like she was floating above the Earth surface like a feather. Hoping her eyes didn't give her away, pressing her enormous paws on the surface below her to feel the vibration with each step he took to feel if he was getting closer to her or not. Biting her tongue to hold back growls of pure rage that wanted to slip out and tear him to shreds. Yet, like always, her demons came flourishing out and a rupturing growl ravishing against her thorax, and give or take it's thundering spectrum she would have to reveal herself at any moment.
"Speech"
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