Loki would stare, emerald orbs, piercing through the vicious swamp. She would stand at the precipice, where muck turned to slime, slime turned to a churning, bubbling mess of ooze and disgust. She would snort, her breath coming out in a whisp of air and the fog scampered away. Seemingly skittish of her breath. The dame would snort had such a preposterous thought, tail flickering behind her as her gaze turned back to the restless swamp as the muck spoke with her again. Obsidian ears swiveled forward as a pocket of air bubbled up through the surface with a grotesque noise. The stench of the potent, stale air, trapped beneath the surface of the bog was enough to make her flinch backwards and with a huff, she abandoned the ideal of trying to pass through it. Not a great deal had changed in Loki's life. She was an angered, bitter narcissist with a pension for venomous words, wicked lies, and contemporary deceit. She loved her world the best when she could hiss out an insult that left a soul bumbling for a proper response. A cruel sneer curling her mouth and a vindictive laugh shaking her larynx. She truly was a deplorable creature. She cared nothing for power, for honor, for prestige... she had no family and she had no friends and this made her all the more deadly. Loki had nothing to live for, she wanted for nothing and had no desire to gain insipid titles. She couldn't be bought or persuaded, which made her wicked intellect all the more frightening. A foreign scent would swirl inside her nose and abruptly, her slender bodice would halt. She was a lanky thing, slender and lithe, built for hunting and speed rather than brute strength and power. Her body would wind backwards in an arch, emerald eyes seeking the visage of whomever had been following her. "If one is going to stalk me, have the common courtesy to show your face so I might have the pleasure of insulting you in person." Oozing with sugar sweetness, her words would fall from inky lips. Speech,

Swamps hadn?t been common in England, where she had been whelped- nor did she and Valkan encounter many as he enlightened her. Few memories of the time he had spent with her were lucid and memories that she could relieve. One of those memories was the vague taste of wolf flesh. The first time she had ate the meat, she hadn?t known what it was until, Valkan took her back to his kill. Then she had been nice and oozed innocence, then.. he destroyed her.

Not that she complained, she loved her life now, but at moments when here lucidity would strike, she would miss her family. The cool autumn air billowed the foul smell of the swamps around her, and for the moment she was completely in her mind. Unconsciously, she had been following the scent of another- her paws doing so out of their own volition rather than as her decision.

The words of the other wolf reached her head, as she pushed through the brush to see her. Thorns ripped into her fur, drawing blood as they assaulted her. The smell of blood turned her head to look at her wound, and she licked at it hungrily, before turning to face the other wolf, blood staining her mouth.
?Insults are simply offenses for a weak mind.? The words would fall whimsically from her mouth as she smiled widely at the wolf before her.

Loki was pregnant. Again. She wasn't yet sure how she felt about carrying another load of whelps but she was certain she would grow to despise it. She remembered the back pain, the weakness in her limbs, the soreness of her muscles...it was torture on her slender bodice and she was loathe for her belly to swell. Nnoitra had had her time and time again, breeding her constantly, whenever the male got a free moment. There was no way in hell that she wasn't pregnant. Her stalker, however, would grate upon her nerves and the still slender woman would pause, icy words biting into the air as she made her demands. Her tail lashed angrily behind her and the woman threatened to snarl, the sound tugging at the corners of her lips as she slowly careened her bodice to face the woman. The first thing she came to notice was the oculars. They were blindingly bright and far too colorful. Her own gaze was vehemently toxic, a neon green that seemed to light in the most sinister of places, but she couldn't hold a candle to the two toned dame. "Insults are the keys to unlocking the aggressions of the mind." Tones would fall in a heady drawl, a response to the woman's words and nothing more as Loki waited to see just what the woman wanted. Speech,

tawny form paced towards the black she-wolf, skirting the the left of her, to stay out of reach as her eyes darted about, insanity leaking from their very core. jaws wide in a manic grin she cackled in delight at the other wolf's words, and turned trotting around in a circle. her attention was caught by a squirrel that had dared to leave the safety of it's tree nearby,and she darted it after it. muscles moved fluidly, propelling her scrawny form forward with a delighted laugh. the squirrel realized it's attacker too late, and as it darted away she brought her leg down on it's back in a crush blow, giggling as the creature screamed. her head dipped down, jaws opening to rip into the small legs of the creature. satisfied that it would have to lay there and bleed to death, rather than escape, she turned back towards the black female, licking at the blood that stained her jaws. her head tilted, tucking towards her shoulder the smile upon her jaws growing, "Your friends dead, ripped apart limb from limb." a laugh bubbled in her throat, as she stared at the ebony mass before her. she found the green eyes of the fea to be interesting indeed. "what pretty green eyes you have.... i wonder how they taste?" glee radiated from her, as she paced to the right of her stalked victim, her mind already off in it's own world. Speech,