Raxka found a smile curling its way upon her maw as she stepped further into this new place. This is perfect, she thought as her paws trod over the disheveled ruins. And it was, it was absolutely perfect. Truly, a place fit for a Mayan queen such as she. Though, the rituals of the Aztecs struck her fancy as well, so perhaps her culture was of a mixed breed. No matter; she was pure, that she knew for certain. She had been blessed with the markings of the sacred jaguar, which manifested themselves as black mottling upon her golden coat. She had been chosen to lead from birth, to bring truth to the world, and she would not disappoint. Sacrifices would need to be made, of course, if the gods were to be appeased. And she would need followers, as any decent ruler had. A shiver of anticipation ran through Raxka's body as she let loose a howl. This place was hers now, she decided, and anyone who claimed otherwise would have justice exacted upon them, the justice of the Jaguar Queen. Speech, Thoughts, You

She hadn't a clue what brought her so far from the north. She was within the east in an odd place. Her form was surrounded by odd markings upon rocks and stones. They seemed majestic and important, yet forgotten in the dust. She studied the earth around her with interest until she heard rustling of paws. Her eyes searched for the source until she rounded a corner and yellow eyes fell upon her giant behemoth of a girly. The mahogany best tilted her masked head with a grin. She eyed the other girl with complete interest. The contrasting colors and dappled fur was quite lovely within the eyes. She enjoyed the muscle and form of the girl as well. She was a happy daemon. The masked woman showed herself with a little smirk beneath the skull upon her head. "Now, why have I not met such a powerful pretty?" She showed no signs of threatening behavior. Just lust and hunger. Her body shuddered with lust. What was with all the dark girlies? Did the Gods really wish to bless Canttina? Was Hades touching her with these girls. A sign, maybe. To begin a pack? It had already been in her mind to do so. She was ready, just timing was going to have to dictate a few things. Yet, she stood there. Her eyes flickering with an ignited lust and need. Speech,

Raxka's ears pricked up as her nose caught a foreign scent. Wolf. Female, she registered, turning to find the source. There you are. What the hell is on your face? she wondered as she spotted the stranger with the top half of a wolf's skull upon her head. "Now, why have I not met such a powerful pretty?" asked the stranger. Raxka's brows raised. 'Powerful pretty'? What am I, a gem with muscles? It was a strange arrangement of words, to be sure. "I cannot answer that, as I don't know." She blinked. "Who are you? What do you want?" she interrogated, her ears back and eyes narrowed. Raxka had always been a cautious woman, and she wasn't about to let some random female catch her off-guard. Was she going to introduce herself? Not until the stranger did. Speech, Thoughts, You

The daemon was relaxed. Her ears perked, tail waving, eyes round, lips firmly upon her teeth. There was no sign of threat, yet the blondy took it upon herself to puff up, ready for battle. The woman turned to meet Canttina and instantly words were spat out. Canttina tilted her head and smirked beneath her mask. "A skull of a bitch I killed." She was horribly blunt with it, but it was completely true. It was indeed from a bitch she slaughtered, skinned, dined upon, then wore her skull as a crown to show others of her power. It was horrible, gruesome, nasty, and gross, and she loved every bit of it. Canttina licked her ravaged lips and heard questions as they were spewed forth like puke. The mahogany daemon just stared at her for a good thirty seconds before demonic vocals were produced. "I do apologize for my lack of manners, my dappled darling. My name is Canttina Cael. I was just exploring and stumbled upon your scent. I am horrible sorry for interrupting, but you were just to irresistible to pass up. Her tones were dark and etched with death, but she stared at the rather large being with a sick smile and casual posture. Speech,