Demons Never Die [Meeting]

The sheer chaos had driven Rosalie here; but that sheer chaos caused her the life that most would be greatful for; and greatful she was. Summond by the The Brunette brute that ruled over the valhallas. It would be a lie to say the woman wasnt nervous at all. Especially as the pulsing hearts hammering away against the domed ribcage. The dark sea blue orbs observed every single member present before giving a respected nod to all. Oh how she could make a mistake at her first ever meeting. Caressing the virgin soil beneath her small foundations the woman strode out of the shadows and into th screeching light. ah, how the feel of the heat compressed against her very own visage felt soothing, though very little formed.
Only two members have formally met Rosalie so being cautious was expected.
The gathering was growing quicker; so the albino silken mistress placed herself nearer the others; why should she be so scared? after all Rosalie is a fighter,a woman of her pride. Shaking the tiny tiara the woman wold gaze back to the brute; awaiting for whats about to come.