we crawl

The woman was not one of casual activity, no. She had her own thoughts on this scene of winter. But when it came to the isolation, this is what she perhaps enjoyed the most, craving solitude with the sadistic voices inside of her head. Eric. Hell. She hadn't heard of him in ages.. The "man" she was thinking of was one who appeared only in her mind, a demon who toyed with her thoughts. But, oh, he toyed with them in such the sickest ways. Some would even say insane. But, no. This darkness that the ivory Queen thrived upon was perhaps her most useful weapon, enjoying every inch of her tar black soul.

Large alabaster paws would carry her almost effortlessly into the scene of the woods that swayed back, snow dust covering the North from tree top to tree trunk. The pale woman would huff a sigh, crystalline puffs of air escaping her nostrils. Another scent was here, one of who she would call "her kind". Without making her presence known, Anzhelika sulked quietly behind trees until gold and violet gaze landed on a tall individual, bathed in golden brown and white.

She would follow closely behind him, staying hidden behind trees, pelt of ivory blending the woman within her surroundings.