Basilia had come to the conclusion that the majority of wolves didn't enjoy socialization and this was fine with her. Wolves served as a form of enjoyment sure, but she could only mess with them for so long until they started being boring. Maybe she should start looking for stuff that made her content with life and not excited for it, but messing with people was too much fun. How could she stop now when she had just barely begun her journey to ruin the lives of others.

Stepping into the field Basilia felt the chill of a thin layer of snow beneath her paws, it was a new and different experience for the she-wolf as she had spent a large portion of her life in warmer climates. Snow was seen at very few instances. Chills running through her spine from the new temperatures filled her with discomfort. Heading south again wouldn't be the worst idea now would it?

The sunrays faell as a blanket of white upon the scenery before her. In their glow the ivory branches of the few trees laid papery and delicate, drinking in the energy the trees crave. These rare warm days must be better than anything for all the flora, an all-you-can-eat buffet until sundown however she cannot see it. Being day blind did not do her any good even though her eyes were a little bit better than others in the night time. The air had a gentle head upon it as the spider-witch laid against a tree bark, concelead from view fore she was in a vulnerable state, it was not warm, or cold, but tepid. On the ground underneath her laid the wetness of a recent rain-shower, soaking into the dark mud as it melted away at the snow. She imagined herself alone until she stops to really listen to the sounds around her. She was never alone, was she? A low chuckle arouse from the back of her throat, in a way dusty and false. The spirits were all around her in this territory and she could feel their presence even in the day time. Why was she awake in such a state? What were the spirits trying to make her "see". The trees were alive with birds and squirrels. And there were the gentle trops of another being, much bigger, much more..muscular. She was not alone at all, yet the solitude she can achieve in nature feels like a running faucet- draining away her stress. But now there was this unknown stranger with an unfamiliar scent that made her fur bristle, standing like ice. Her hackles were raised and her muscles tenses while the pads drew near, she was on the point of defense. This was not her first tango in the dark. Speech

Basilias' senses were on all alert as she heard the pawsteps of another animal. She faced them as they entered the area. The other wolf laid down and later took a defensive stance. This surprised Basilia, she had yet to give them a reason to defend themselves. She looked with curiousity at the other wolf, they didn't look to be as fit as she was nor as tall. Fighting them probably wouldn't lead to anything entertaining.

Changing her tactics Basilia decided to speak to the wolf, "I have not given you a reason to be defensive, so why do you act so?" Her question wasn't spoken with malice. Only a wondering as to why the wolf felt such a need to be defensive. Granted a wolf should always be on the lookout, but not as visibly. The mind should be focused on every detail whereas the body should look relaxed until there was truly a reason to appear on alert.

The anxiety the spider-witch felt in those situations was like being hooked up to a cattle fence - not enough voltage to kill but sufficient to keep things uncomfortable. She guessed that's the downside of knowing things were in fact rotten and awry instead of living in blissful ignorance. Nobody else seemed to notice, nobody else seemed to care as they went through their routine. Could not they see that they were sickening this planet? Could not they see that lupines had to become extinct? But what was there to do other than breathe, walk and figure things out just a little at a time in order to control the raging sea storm of anxiety due to her state? Or right, she cannot walk during day time because she's blind. The voice of another washed over the delicate auditory system stationated upon her skull and willingly did the voodoo queen retorted her crown towards the source. She could no see per se but she could see. All she needed was there. Her voice was female as was her scent but she sounded more...massive, bigger than the witch herself. I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind. the woman hisses were released from dark lips, darker tones with heavy undertone reached towards the other woman. And I am only one of those. was it not obvious to the other? What an ignorant woman she must be. Oh, how he wanted to see her. So rage on and show her annoyance but instead her expression remaind stoic, ice cold and never once did she rose from the place she laid her skeletic bones. Speech

The other female turned their head to look at Bas and made a remark about misconceptions. They were certainly clever, one was right to be on their guard around one with a personality as Basilia had. The witty remark that the other wolf made felt like a jab at Bas’ intelligence. So the other wolf was blind, coming to the conclusion that since they were talking they couldn’t be deaf. Basilia felt a minor sense of disgust at learning of the wolfs’ disability. Not being able to see meant that they couldn’t sense the body language from other wolves or enjoy the sensation of seeing enemies physically suffer. Basilia would never want to live in a world such as that.
Staring dead pan at the other wolf Basilia began to form words “How do you live like that?” She didn’t have much else to say being that she was dumbfounded as to how that wolf didn’t kill themselves where they stood.

There were days the spider-witch dreamed in such vivid detail that when she woke she was confused, forgetting for a fraction of a second that her sight during the day was as good as gone. For the minutes that followed she felt the grief all over, the loss of things she never even considered missing. She'd never been one to dwell on flowers in the sunlight, the shape of a tree or passing clouds during the day however she could not even remember the shape or colour of the sun. She could feel it on her skin, warming her fur but other details escaped her. She did not need to see in order to properly see others. Other beings were rotten, cruel, evil, it sickened the woman to see their most grotesque of sin but she had to look, she walked the thin line between the livings and dead. She was the Oracle, she was the Chosen One, the Ender Of Worlds and she shall bring the hell flames through her path. I am day blind, child. she hissed in a gruff tone; she was unmoving, moving in her condition could cause some sort of injuries and she was not going to risk it all for a drink of water. I can see at night. she continued her statement, shifting her weight in order for her tail to wrap around herself And I can see through my gift far better than with your eyes. Speech

Basilias' interaction with the other female had not been as fun as she had hoped for. They had merely had a conversation about a disability, there was certainly much more fun to be had than had presented itself. The other female was communicating their distaste loud and clear, in their rough and hiss-y voice. Basilia wondered just how far she could push them, after all she did have the superior benefit of sight.

The other wolf was day blind, having never heard of a specific kind of blindness Basilia wasn't sure she believed the other female. If they could truly see at night they were less of a wolf and more of a cat and Basila didn't have the best track record when it came to cats.

As the other female contined laying there Basilia would slowly and carefully inch towards the other wolf until she was but a few steps away. She would then say the words "Gift? Prove it, if you can run from that tree you're laying on to to the tree over there" she eyed a tree on the other side of the field  at a diagonal from where they were, "without tripping. Then i might just believe you." Basilia smirked to herself, thinking the other wolf would take the bait and try to prove themselves and fail in the process filled Basilia's thoughts with a form of twisted joy. The discomfort of others more often than not brought her enjoyment. Now, things were getting interesting.

As the woman spoke her disbelief the spider-witch ears flickered ever so slightly in annoyance. Then it happened. The strange and twisted proportions were reminiscent of a wolf but there was something wrong about it, like the rest of her. A crescent of murderous canines curved into an alienating imitation of a smile whilst her two blind, jagged cerulean orbs glowed in perverse eagerness. The unfamiliar woman might had not spoken of the devil, yet she encountered something far worse. I do not possess the gift of ssight, foolissh girl. she counter attacked with potent toxicity. Who did this girl thing she is? Something greater than another filthy and rancid being like the rest of us? Such childish trickery would not even make the witch bat her eyelashes twice. I have friendss on the other sside. hissed dipped in venom as her plush, coral tongue washed over her incisors, covering them with her saliva. She watched the horizon as she spoke before her attention returned towards the woman-child. She was not demonic, she had seen demons and she is nothing compared to them however she did sense malice coming from her. Speech

Big though the wolf might be in size and in ego her courage was not as big as one might have expected. The black furred woman revealed a rather frightening smile thus unsettling Basilia in all of her supposed confidence. Basilia took a step back from the other female, she had wanted to push them but hadn’t expected them to break so…easily. Most wolves that she had encountered could withstand her terrible treatment of them for more than a couple minutes, it usually took hours to break down someone using her current methods. To make matters worse the female’s eyes started glowing. This was not okay with the large female.

Backing up even more she heard the comment about friends on the other side. With eyes like that Basilia was just about to believe her, no wolf she had met had done that. Whoever these friends were, should they truly exist Basilia did not want to meet them. On the verge of fleeing the situation Basilia heard a voice in the back of her head. If she left now she could be considered a wuss and she wasn’t about to give anyone the occasion to call her such a thing, even herself. She was going to see through this encounter to the end, even if she took injury from it.

Strengthening her resolve she stopped backing up and stood firm. Splaying her paws on the ground and spreading her balance between all four legs she stood ready for whatever might come. Overcome by a wave of confidence she exclaimed “I am Basilia Tempest and I will not be swayed by your threats!” All sense of ego and cockiness gone the female stood with determination in her eyes. “I acknowledge you have some form of power, but a simple light show isn’t going to make me run away with my tail between my legs.”

Like Icarus, the spider-witch flew too close to the sun. She thought she was invincible as the other female steps distanced from her, until the wax melted from her wings and there it was, her voice again. She did managed to strike fear within the female heart but it was not enough to scare her tongue away nor herself. The witch was never less than arrogant. If she could do half the stuff she thought she could maybe "confidence" would have been a better word. It wasn't though. She'd been brought up with a belief that she was superior to everyone else by virtue of her birth. She believed she was the Chosen One, the one who will end the world. The one that will bring the apocalypse for the lupine kind. Perhaps without that she could have been beautiful, heroic even, but that lunatic cheshire grin made her the ugliest damn thing anyone from the world had ever seen. The day she became the one and only Oracle for the Klein Empire was the day she left humanity for good, all that power with such big grace, utterly toxic for her mind and that was when something snapped for good within her mind. Aknowledge it fore it iss true. she hissed her toxic words, laced in venom. My words were not meant to be a threat, she shifted her weight, raising her tail straight towards the sky in pure dominance, but they were enough to make you sweat. her skull rotated from the horizon line towards the woman, blind lenses snapped shut. Basilia. she repeated her name, plus tongue escaping her ebon lips similar to a snake, as if to taste her scent and name from the air. I am Cordelia Aöife Klein. Speech

The ebony female said that her words were not meant to be a threat. Her words themselves might not have been a threat but her intonation and body language sure said otherwise. Basilia felt annoyed at the other female, putting themselves in a position of dominance when they didn’t even have the balls to stand up and face her head on. What were they doing laying on the ground when they could become an easy target to attack like that, but an opponent who didn’t take a fight seriously was no fun at all.

Hearing her name on the lips of a wolf such as this made her regret revealing it. Her name didn’t deserve to have its beauty sullied by such a hideous sound. The other however revealed their name, Cordelia Aöife Klein. She had never heard of that last name before but she had a sneaking suspicion it was a name she would come to know well. Unsure of how to proceed in the presence of this snake like animal she decided it was time she take her leave. As much as she wanted to severely break this woman she knew when it was smarter to retreat.

Turning around to leave she shot back a parting remark “Smell ya later!” whispering under her breath as she was farther away from the animal “freak.”

-exit Basilia-

The woman remained there, idle and nonchalant as the other offered their words. She decided right then and there was this woman was weak , she was only acting like she was high and mighty but all she was deep down was a pathetic nonsense of a spoiled brat that wanted to appear something that she was not. Pitiful was the one that did not realize their own foolishness. This was not going to be their last encounter, oh no, the predatorix was convinced they will meet again fore she needed to teach this woman a lesson that she will never forget. But now was not the time for it, no, during the day she was the weak one, she was in disadvantage and she knew, she knew what a fool move would've been if she decided to strike now therefore she swallowed it aloud and got back to sleep. exitus via sleep Speech