First Winter

It was time to start a knew, she thought. Its been months in solitude with no one to call a 'friend'. Pfft. Theres no such thing if there was she would of had one, not slumped in the shadows observing. The Romantic hues would reflect observing the two before her, tilting her head in curiosity. For 7 months old shes done well to not be the victim with the snapped neck or circled in there own red elixir. The snow beneath the paws would melt at the touch of the paled beauty.Though one soul caught the fae's eyes especialy, a brute about 1 years of age, slightly older then Samona. The salmon tounge would carress the maw as the black leathered flare takes in both scents.. ineresting. On the Tiara the snow would gently settle as if trying to form a thrown; before getting shaken of into nothing more then something to step on. Snow. A sigh would escape the silken ebony lips before standing to the rather small height. Ears pinning back aware of what may happen. The sealed lips would part as if to speak; but instead holding back. The pup was rather admiring, which most fall for; but inside shes a demon seeking a rebel to create chaos and amusement. The devils daugher.. lost in the world.