Pull The Noose Tighter And Lift A Little Higher

She was used to staring, she was used to people openly gawking at her but she was honestly quite sick of it considering it had been the whole reason she had left Imperium. So when the woman began openly staring Dione immediately began to bristle, becoming slowly enraged as the woman began to stare but then she would speak, not calling her names or pointing out her horns of coloration and slowly her rage would begin to fizzle and die away. Conversation would begin to flow from her lips, words soft and yet haunted as she motioned to the dead corpse and began to talk of monsters. Dione knew all about monsters... The woman would turn away from her kill, her prize, her monster and address Dione now, her head lowered respectfully as she spoke of Dione's beauty and injustice. "Injustices come to all wolves of colour. There are none who can understand us like our own kind this is true. I am Dione Lydia, Queen of Lydovne a pack of coloured wolves not far from here. Its a great pleasure to meet you Rainbow, your pelt is one that would make the gods weep..." Dione would say softly, eyes roving over the the woman's multi coloured pelt in wonder. She had never seen so many colours!

"Speaking"