We Stand Above the Crowd

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov would glance at the earthen pelted woman as ahe would speak, the ivory Queen nodding in hard agreement to her words. "Yes, I know. Truly pathetic," she would say, lyrics holding hatred within her tones as she spoke about them. Her pack. Gold and amethyst topaz orbs would watch the lady as she would speak once more, Aislinn speaking of how she was seeking a pack of one that focused on strength and combat. "I am sure one like that exists," she would tell her, but that wasn't what Anzhelika seeked from a pack. She seeked a sick, cunning, evil pack. Something to fulfill her chaotic evil sadistic cravings.