We Are Divines, The Apples In Their Eyes.

The ivory Queen wasn't sure if the pale obsidian woman was stupid, or just brave. She had a real nice nerve talking to the Queen like that, but Anzhelika respected her determination. She didn't love her nor hate her. Just simply accepted and acknowledged her presence in respect. And if Venus kept respecting the Queen, it would all turn out good. She didn't necessarily liked the idea of being watched. But this wasn't her pack, and she did have certain limits. Or maybe Venus just admired the pale, envious Queen from afar. The possibilities were endless, really.

And, with that, the ivory sadist turned around gracefully and disappeared off into the distance, becoming a mere silhouette in the world of darkness and shadows.

(OOC; ~Exit Anzhelika)