It was still early when the clouds gave of their rain to the land and trees, when the road became alive with more splashes than her fiery orange optics could appreciate. Yet together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother's soulful hum. The brone femme fatale felt each splash that touched her skin, watched her own cinnamon and earthen fur become a deeper, more rocky hue that still contained that egyptian silk finesse. It was as if earlier the lands had been a matt photograph, only to be washed as glossy as any magazine page. The autumn Goddess enjoyed a bit of me time ocasionally; she loved her three devil chops as any mother figure would however she craved the relaxation of stretching her rains and wondering on her own. Hannibal was watching them today and yet this peace was not going to last much longer. First, the inky darkness sank into the marrow of one’s bones. This was followed by attacks of lightening bursting in the entire South region, and steadily made its way from one end of the land of Boreas to the other. Sometimes flashing bolts of pure energy seem to stand for long moments around certain areas of trees. Temporarily, they held prisoner all the creatures that resided inside and took cover from the rain, dangerous, heated light. Count one, count two, count three, then, came explosions of thunder in great waves of discordant and demented sounds. The noise level became so intense that it rattled branches, and made each small herbivore tremble inside his chest cavity. The wind raised to the level of a thousand howling hounds. haunt me down

Hate was a strong word, but Velvette could confidently say that she hated Boreas. It was colder than the lands she was born into and so much more… wet. She was soggy and miserable as she crouched within the tree tops. Thunder and lightning crashed and flashed over her head. She wasn’t afraid of storms, most days she enjoyed them, however today she couldn’t stand it. With the winter weather the rain made her feel even more cold than she thought possible. Her fluffy tail was curled up around her lithe body, it wasn’t enough to keep shivers from her frame. She felt a determination to return home with her brother, but today was the first she seriously considered returning empty handed. The boom of thunder shook her tree, nearly dislodging her from her perch. She grumbled darkly, rearranging herself and catching movement on the ground beneath her. Curious, her bright gaze found the form of a she wolf. She did not hold the desirable size of the Songa, but she was decorated in gilded gold. Velvette had encountered her first giant, and already she was impressed by the decorations that were held in the woman’s wet fur. For a long moment she debated about stalking the she wolf, wondering if she could challenge her for the trinkets. Of course that was not the Songa way, silent and secretive. Could she manage to sneak up on the woman and take them for herself? ""

Water washes over the babe skin and egyptian silk tendrils in cascades, so strongly that it feels as if she is in the flow of a river rather than a rain shower, one that leaves her standing yet lets her know that it was here to stay for a while. The babe thought about returning back to her den however this would have been a lost of time; she did not travel outside the Empire lands only to turn with the tail between her legs due to some rain. And so the only thing to do was to keep walking, to accept it as easily as the air she was breathing; chest, raising and falling with each life-giving in take of the oxygen. The icy grey sky restlessly grumbled. The thick blackened clouds were dragged down by the heavy rain which it held in its delicate frame. The clouds which struggled to withstand the burden of the weight which the rain held and time and times again the lighting and defeaning thunder could be heard over the land. Gods fighting one another and creating such penetrating sounds. Within the humidity and wetness, it was hard to distinguish the scents from one another, if there was any that is and due to the lighting and thunders from up above the noise were just as hard however there was a sense that she still controled and that was sight. Above herself, she saw the shadow of a creature mimicking her movements, walking along side her. Stalking. Prowling. A smirk slowly but certainly painted the babe beautiful visage, pulling at the corner of ebon lips. Perhaps this encounter will allow her to bath in her darker desires, to spill, to eat. Where te Gods smiling at her from above? But what was it? The femme fatale reptilian form came to a halt, gracing the creature with her facade as she turned on her heels.Reveal yourself, creature. haunt me down

The bright eyed woman watched her quarry with too much interest it seemed. Velvette got to close and let herself be seen by the northern born woman. Her languid form shifted beneath Velvette's position and in moments she was found out. The spotted she wolf grumbled inwardly at her foolishness, but didn't let it continue. Wisely the Barkpaw moved herself from the concealing shadow so she might be found out.

Though she showed herself Velvette refused to abandon the safety of her perch. With out stealth persuing her earlier plan would show her more the fool. "Your eye is impressive." Velvette would give credit where it was due. The woman knew how to look, it wasn't everyday Velvette was seen by her quarry. She tipped her delicate features in a quick show of respect. But she still wasn't coming down.

The creature decided to reveal itself from the safety of the shadows and for a moment the autumn mistress optics widened. It was a micro-expression, a split second before her beautiful featured opted for the cold exterior she had it practiced for strangers such as her. This woman features were outstanding, a base coat of charcoal gray upon her back lightens to an ash under her neck down across her belly and under her tail. Fiery orange orbs roamed over her body, digging holes through her very soul with her gaze intensity. She seemed more feline than lupine and that was something the babe could appreciate in a stranger fore her own bodice mimicked the grace and slenderness of a feline, down from her atheltic and lean muscles to her slender and pointy muzzle. Light compliments you well. she ofered her sultry purrs in appreciation of the female aesthetics. She was exotic in her own right, her appearance alone something to behold. What seek you creature? her eyebrow arched in question as she remained still, an ice statue fore she did not know how to approach this woman nor if her approach was welcomed. haunt me down

Velvette didn’t miss the intensity in which the stranger watched her, though it made her nervous she returned the purposeful stare. The woman before her decorated lavishly, her form boasting the items in perfection. Ve felt a jealous urge wash over the caution that grasped hold of her. A determination swirling in her chest with want, she had to acquire herself such treasures, but her hunt would not commence today. Like the cat she looked most like she needed the shadows, and surprise. She had neither now.

The woman’s words were soft as she first offered a compliment, though Velvette was a more humble creature. She didn’t often take notice of those taking notice of her. Still, she preened internally as the question was brought forth into the air between them. ”And yourself.” She returned with a customary half bow of respect.

Velvette wouldn’t offer the truth, that she had fully planned on attempting a heist. Though her expression and voice would never reveal that fact, she did debate about honesty for a moment. ”Treasure.” She decided that a half truth would be easier. ”I’ve traveled from the southern continent in search of trinkets to bring honor to my name.” Her haunches curled beneath her, fitting perfectly on the branch she stood upon. ”What of you, traveller?”

Her auditory system flickered forwards as it caught the words of the feline-like wolfess. Interest shot through her, not for her flattery but for the words that came next; treasures, they were encountered far and wide within any land that she has visited and yet the perspective of an individual was what determined the value and definition of the word. For one, a golden coin could have the ame value as a mouthful of ice cold water. She could not help but eye the woman interest in her choice of decoration and dare she say that she even saw a flick of a sparkle within her eyes/ She could not be sure. What honor can a few trinkets bring? her eyebrow rose in question, her tone remained soft and interested. Was this femme attracted to her golden pieces? She met her halfway, where she came from gold was a symbol of aristocracy, singular individuals chose to decorate themselves with such flashy accessories as a sign of their blood and purity. Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel. she offered her complete name, a aura of confidence and regality radiating from her every fiber. Shelter from this weather. she pointed her regalia towards the sky once more, her fur clinging to her slender, feline frame, revealing her curvaceous hips. haunt me down

Velvette’s brilliant gaze lingered on this giant with curiosity, her answer made even more clear she did not belong to the Songa people. Their bobbles and trinkets were what made a Songa known to their peers as a great warrior. Ve’s father had been a highly decorated individual, and Velvette had every intention of living up to his name.

The Songa woman was also offered the name of her present company. ”Velvette Barkpaw.” She returned her own name politely as she was given the reason for Thys taking shelter here.

”Our prizes are everything in my culture,” Ve began, her thick Austern accent shining through. ”My father before me was highly decorated when he died, and I intend to prolong his legacy.” Though most Songa stuck to natural items, tails and ears severed from their owners after a victorious battle.