The forest cold

nebula flickering orbs canvased the terminal abyss for a rather ravishing meal. albeit nia was knew to the structure of alacritia she had a good sense not many roamed, some probably to lazy for their own good to get up and continue their fair share of righteousness. such tragic, uneven excellence that this babe frowned greatly upon. if it was her choice, she'd be sure to put everyone in their place - her throne would be known for its anarchy and highly driven militia. although, she merely dreams of running a fully potential empire and in due time she will eventually gain that.

as she travels onward, in search for food or even excitement and maybe even a little taste of one's blood - a spar of sort. the thought of maiming someone and stripping them of their badge tickled the greek damsel; leaving behind a chaotic yet neutral grin on her countenance. insömnia attention was drawn towards a larger wolf whom seemed to be shrouded in worry and some what misery. he was examining a stump, hardly ever directly his attention else where and for a moment her curiosity got the best of her. nia's phalanges as light as a feather while creeping up behind the beast. the temptress made no further motives, instead she stood to her full height - towering like a colosseum but still no match to his goliath status. her koi's shaped around the lyrics that came spilling from her mouth like blood from an open wound.

you seem saddened by something, lad.