Her paws were engulfed by the white blanket in each step. Her fur was dappled in the light flurry that fell from the gentle morning sky. The woman ventured from her luxurious versailles and decided to observe the land some more. She trekked up the slope. It was not something horribly physical, just a trot would do. Though, she she got to the top her eyes slithered across the sea. The blue water that crashed upon the cliffs far below. It had been ages since she has seen salt water, due to the fact she lived in a frozen bit of the world. The Antiox was actually poking from a bit of water. But, she sat upon the tip of the world, staring down upon her horrible kingdom. Her eyes were gentle at that moment. The skull from the woman she recently slaughtered sat upon her head as a mask. It was lovely. She was lovely in her own way. Well, she had to be a sight at least. Ozz fell in love with Canttina after all. The woman sat down and stared at the blue water spread before her without a care in the world. "Speech"

Ardhel sat near the edge of a cliff. It was so peaceful here. Since it was winter Ardhel's fur had turned form ashen grey to white, the colour of the snow that was newly cast from the heavens, a brilliant, pure white. Ardhel loved it here, watching the waves crash on the cliffs below was peaceful, soothing. She could lose herself staring at the deep blue water. She liked sitting near the edge of the cliff, flirting with death. The snow had come on, but she was fine, her coat had thickened out for winter. Her pelf was as soft as silk, running your hand through it felt like running your hand through water, soft, cool and merciless.

The woman first saw the wolf while strolling through the snow. She had a dark pelt and had scars across her muzzle. She wore a skull on her head, like a war prize. Ardhel crouched down, unseen by the female. She was not scared of this wolf, who wore this skull like a crown. She was brave, she was naive. She stalked into full sight. Daring the female to challenge her.

She continued to look down upon the racing ocean with her sunny eyes. The dim sun shined down upon the land, it was early morning. Her fur danced within the light wind that swept over the blanket of snow. Though, a scent filled her cold nose. A female. The daemon was pleased, another woman to add to her list. They had just been popping up left and right. It was insanly beautiful. Though, she did not recognize the scent. She did not know who or what this creature was like. She hoped it was another erratic being to follow her. But, only one could be so lucky. As the crunching of snow was heard the skulled bitch turned around to see the other mahogany woman. Her eyes lit up, pleased to see such a little pretty. The woman slithered closer before she held her ground. Her marred back to the cliff. "And who is this pretty little girl?" She laughed softly and licked her masked lips. "Speech"

"I am Ardhel, of Alacritis, and you are?" She regarded the female, she looked crazy, truly crazy. Like she slaughtered people for fun, swatted them like flies. She would not join this woman, or even attempt to befriend her. She was a murderer.

Ardhel stood taller, unafraid by this woman who was trying to intimidate her, she would not surrender so easily. The snow gathered on her coat, frosting each hair with an icy tip. Her eyes shon a bright blue, she was angry that this female had tried to frighten her into submission. She would not follow her.

"Why do you wear that skull, is it a trophy, or a mark of cowardice? Killing for no reason is the worst kind of cowardice."

She growled and barred her teeth.

(Speech)