ooc: so bad at starters
Her heavy paws slammed upon the earth with each massive step. Her pads formed around the rocky terrain below. The behemoth's tail was slightly erect as always and her head high. Purple eyes gleamed and her fur glistened with a magenta hue. She looked of a demoness, as always. Her hackles were puffed out slightly. The babe was always confident and dominant it was just how she was. There was no reason to be otherwise when she was a creature of her stature. She was massive to say the least. 40 inches of pure intensity. Her bodice was packed full of thick fur and delightful muscle. She found it easy to slaughter the weak links or more. Yet, as she trekked up the rocky mountain her eyes were narrowed. Nausica was annoyed. Her sister had bounded into her life. Now no one was to be found. Neios was quiet. Cascade as well. It bothered her very much so. Her family was everything to her. For obvious reasons. The lady soon reached the top of the Volcano. Her eyes feasted upon the bubbling mass below. Molten lava. She furrowed her brow as she leaned over the edge. She breathed in the scent of heat, which would be an odd scent. The girl would hang there for a little, enjoying the intensity.

The woman is perfected.

Sulphurous air settles upon the girl, stringing both sight and breath. It has rained and the girl's dark pelt is soaked and clings to her skin like plastic giving her the appearance of a malnourished greyhound. Her body quakes with cold and she continues into that sulphurous wind to seek the heat emanating from the great, craggy mountain before her. Soon enough she has warmed and the wet fibers of her pelt begin to dry. Curiosity now draws her towards the great moans which bubble from the mountain. Heat comforts those sore and calloused pads which patter rhythmically before her. The heat and the smoke is becoming unbearable yet the girl is hooked by yet another curiosity. Vermilion light draws her forward, casting a long maroon shadow behind her. So taken is she by the molten rock that she does not take notice of the stranger beside her for the woman is black as the mountain itself.

Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,

Her bright purple orbs flashed as the lava bubbled below her. Within one mishap she could tumble in. Being engulfed. Instantly dying. Being withered to nothing in a moment. Yet, the Saxe lady took a chance. The place seemed so perfect. Such power from nature. It was the purest form of power. Lava bubbling. SO hot. So fierce. It enticed her completely but when pad falls were heard the fae perked up. Her already dominant bodice grew more intense. Her black as night tail growing erect and her ears perking up even more. Soon, the creature she heard would be to her left. Her eyes would slowly slip to the oblivious creature to her side. Allowing her violet orbs to dance across the frontal form of the girl next to her. The behemoth was slightly annoyed due to the fact that the femme did not even bother to greet the massive girl on the ledge of the Volcano. The brute would take a few moments to calm her raging nerves before a line of illustrious vocals would escape her scarred jaws. "To observe such powers gives you such an exhilarating feeling, does it not?" There was something in her voice. Something dark. But, Nausica was playing nice in those moments. Which was more often then not rare.