A being tamed with a manifest of redefined muscle fragments, intertwining and vibrating against one another while she moved forth toward the sound of what seemed like Cataleya's vocals. But she could never be too sure, the hell bound goddess only had met the cold bitch only a couple times -- along with whom acted as her mate; Kylar. Then again, she could never be so sure with those two, and all-in-all the reckoning of a Queen-in-progress didn't shape out the way Sinister felt about the only thing. This snow white essence of a blood-thirsty battle-worn women lived in a world divided by society's, all devoting themselves to hounds whom could turn their backs on them in a moments notice -- not thinking about tomorrow, if they all perished because of one self-persevered wolf. These were all the things rambling about inside her dark depths. War, that is the only thing she ever wanted.. Oh what she'd do just to see someone's blood drain from their bodies, taste the scent metallic fondue oozing down her throat; the hunger she reveled for. It was something that could only be fulfilled in her dreams, and yet the day will come where she will be put to the test -- to show these pitiful beasts the real reason her name is Sinister. To maim any who oppose her, wear their pelts as capes, and make a necklace out of their hearts; the things she'd do to kill.
The white temptress suddenly fell into the void, into the drift of Cataleya's howl. Sending her off into the distant darkness that welcomed her with open arms, enveloping her with its icy talons -- she could feel her demons ripping at her vessel, rupturing untold growls of the many kills she as made since last they met, which felt like centuries beyond this one. It would only differ if the two remembered once another, for the last they met it was on the brink of destruction. The danger that may await only drove the bitter, emotionless goddess onward to her destination, craving the excitement she lacked so heavily in her life. Wishing for some kind of coronation to witness, or at least sink her maulers through the thick epithelium of a friend or foe. Though her call was that of a meeting, and this dawned on Sinister, she has heard these calls many times before and never has she made heist to attending one. But, there's always a first for everything, no matter how demonic you are.
Upon reaching the scene, identifying the beaut that lay kin to natures embrace as Cataleya, the one fae she had to admit she could get along with. It was then that Sin revealed herself to the she-wolf, the Queen, as she'd like to proclaim herself as it would look like. Yet, we all know this force of mass destruction will never look to her as a Queen, but a simple female who wants to be noticed and crowned Empress. Shrugging the thought off, the masculine feminine approached the other femme, halting a couple yards away so she'd be the one to preach first. Raging sirens of lost hope and murderous snarls erupted, her dark tune also coincided with a velvet melody of darkness; ancient Romanian accent booming.
"Ah, Cataleya.. Long time no see."
"Speech"
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