I have to move on before I drown

The mighty titan prowled the entire entry of the rock garden, her queenly attire was nary a mistake as the fine pink scar that lay kin to her snout glistened in the eerie late morning. No songs of dark nature spewed from the goddesses lips, only the demented growls of something far more insidious. She was on the hunt, the kill. It was thus the intoxicating scent of Anzhelika caught her attention father than the newly found odor of a masculine. One she has yet to be acquainted with in the lands of Alacritia.

Trudging onward, in march with her own silent rhythm. Her paws ever missed a beat while continuing down a path that led her upon the two pale hounds, meanwhile her growls still ruptured, seeming as if she were going to strike though that wasn't the case. Her strings are controlled by the very hands of death, she knows not what she does sometimes, but now she insisted that she'd take the reins this time. Taking a spot beside her friend, and in the dying silence she found herself eyeing the brute, sparkling silver orbs flickering with a candlelight flame.

Sinister seemed to have ill-intentions on harming him, though for what benefit and trophy will she conquer? Nothing, perhaps coming off more as a bitch wouldn't be to wise, so the demonic dame abruptly changed her sense of humor for the mean time. Steel-made muscles shifting beneath thick layers of snow white fur, little scars here and there birthing to life then dying once again as her pelt shielded their tragedies. Making no effort in speaking, instead she'd listen until a voice would call forth upon her.

OOC: I'll be replying to our thread here in a second mishipoo <33

"Speech"
'thoughts'