The ivory Queen would slowly drag herself against the large structure known as "The Wall", her grand bodice creating a dented trail in the soft downy powder of white. Her pale paws would swiftly carry her across the length of the wall, the girl pacing around. The scent of a pack's territory border was faint here, but not blurred. Her obsidian nose would twitch as a single snowflake would fall upon it, the girl craning her neck outwards to the grey sky. The snow had begun to flutter from the sky once more, causing Anzhelika to roll her amethyst and golden orbs in annoyance. The snow was getting quite annoying, all this cold, cold, cold, just like her soul. The snowfall was constant in these Northern parts, yet she was always enticed by the aura that the North gave her, always drawing her back to these parts. The creme hued babe would sink down upon her haunches, her back against the wall as her docked tail wrapped around her unevenly, audits of lavender and gold scanning her surroundings slowly, a smirk painted upon her features.

The small femme stretched out luxuriously, making a point to spread each limb evenly apart and get the best stretch she could, her long talons curling into the snow like a hawk curls around its pray. Silver audits scanned the horizon, taking note of the large slate barrier that she had recently been to. Rolling her eyes, she remembered what a great day that was, and how her mood had altered dramatically since then. Now her temper was flaring, boiling inside her just waiting for a touch of gasoline and it would explode. Scenting the air she noticed the strong perfume of a female. Looking around, she noticed large paw prints in the freshly fallen snow, almost covered up by the still falling flurries that surrounded her. Following the trail, the ivory dame came upon a large alabaster and tan femme by the large wall. Just her luck. Scowling, she made her way over to the rogue, wanting to wipe the stupid smirk off her maw. What terrible luck that the dame had happened to come to the wall on such a day when the pearly femme was in a bad mood. Deciding to be polite, the small dame put on a gentle smile and tried to mask her growing irritation. The only thing keeping her sane was the gentle flurries that fell from the sky. The gracefulness and beauty calmed her and made her a friendlier wolf at times such as this. Taking a seat about a yard away from the large wolf she turned her crown to face her, silver orbs gleaming with fake politeness. "Hello, what brings you here today?" she questioned, the only thing giving away her boiling irritation was the flick of her ivory tail against the soft snow. Hopefully this femme would be kind and talk her irritation down some. If not, well, she was in for a surprise. "Speech"

She heard the girl before she saw ger, gold and amethyst audits landing on a tiny, tiny she wolf compared to her massive size. A chuckle would bubble up in the ivory sadist's mouth and escape with soft anticipation from her sinful lips, a grin pulling back across her features, her gaze gleaming with amusement. This she wolf definitely had some bravery inside of her, to come up so easily with an easy trot, even sitting herself closely to the pale Queen. Yet, of course, the white girl didn't know of the Queen's sadistic intentions. "Hello, Little Red Riding Hood," she would pause a bit, her voice lashing out once again with it's enticing timbre laced with poison. "Curiosity brings me here," the woman would take a deep breath in through her nostrils, the same scent that had indicated a pack rubbed all over Little Red Riding Hood. "What pack do you wander from, Little Red Riding Hood?" She would ask with a small smirk, her eyes narrowed the slightest bit in anticipation-- a challenge, almost, for Miss Red.

The slight-framed femme snorted at her new nickname. Little Red Riding Hood?! What sort of nickname was that for a pure white wolf? A stupid one for sure. "Little Red Riding Hood?! And what are you, the Big Bad Wolf?!" she retorted, humor gleaming in her silver orbs at the joke she had made. Though, her eyes narrowed as she noticed the almost sadistic smile appear on the much larger she-wolf's muzzle. Silver audits gleamed with amusement, irritation, and befuddlement at the tan and alabaster dame in front of her. Curiosity? Taking note of the poison laden tone, the pearly dame rolled her eyes. Stupid rogue. And that damn nickname had to be used too?! Tail twitched in annoyance as she continued to glare at the much larger wolf. What did she even want?! "Must you ask so many questions, Wolfy." she sighed exasperatingly, using her own nickname for the alabaster wolf in front of her. An annoyed look came upon her muzzle as she looked once again at the wolf's stupid smirk. "And if you must know, I come from Regium. Not that it matters any to you Wolf. Sadly, my grandma isn't there for you to eat." she spat, annoyed with the she-wolf and her irritation growing with every second passing. "Speech"

She would chuckle softly to the white lady in front of her, finding amusement whenever her little temper would crackle like a flame. Oh, but Anzhelika was a fire. One that could destroy everything in her path.. So easily, so easily. "I didn't want to eat your grandmother, sweet Little Red," she would clear her throat, gaze of amethyst and gold gazing down upon the fae. "What does peak my curiosity, is, who runs the pack?" Her voice would be holding a curious edge to it, the girl's train of thought flowing away from the conversation. Perhaps this pack of Regium would take her in and hold her a rank higher and much more worthy than in her previous pack Of Abaven. She didn't blame it on Bass, Azat Of Abaven, No. She blamed it on that.. Bitch Venus, for stealing her possible spot in the throne.

Her sterling glare would bore into the femme's odd eyes, claws scarping the ground with irritation, and tail like a whip, lashing back and forth behind her small frame. Why bring her pack into this? A sigh escaped her lips through clenched teeth, more of a feline hiss than a solemn sigh. A strained chuckle forced itself upon her onyx lips, trying to keep her annoyance down to a minimum with this stupid wolf. Through clenched jaws, she huffed out something similar to an answer, barely audible to her own ears. "Do you need to know?!" she snapped, more audible than her last answer. The stupid femme needed to stop asking questions, she was sounding as though she were a five year old. Rolling her sterling orbs yet again, she glared at the dame. "It is Roman Armada." she stated flatly, not caring enough to give any other emotion. Stupid wolf. "Speech"

The pale woman's little flame of a personality was such an amusing sight to the ivory Queen, little signs of annoyance escaping from the pearly white female every now and then, her ivory banner flicking high above her hips in frustration. "Oh, Little Red. Since we're going to be giving out names now, what is your's?" She would ask in a soft purr, a low rumble emerging from the demon's chest. "A pretty name to fit a pretty girl's face, don't you suppose?" She let out a chuckle, narrowing her eyes at the pale girl. "I'm Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov. Pleasure to.. Be in your presence, Miss Red," she would say in a hiss of lyrics, gaze of gold and amethyst crawling over Little Red's body.

With a soft growl, the alabaster dame lashed her tail against the cool stone barrier, having moved closer to it while listening to the mountain of a wolf speak. She was full of nonsense and it was doing Trica no good listening to her ramble on about stupid things. She did not ask for the wolf's name, nor did she care, so why did the dame give her the useless information. Mocking the she-wolf's words inside her head, she looked back towards the giant, narrowing her own sterling gaze at her.    Sighing once again, the ivory dame sat back on her haunches, making the large femme seem even bigger. Annoyance flashed in her argent orbs as she continued to glare at the beast in front of her. "You really are annoying." the femme said matter-of-factly, finding the continous questions quite irritating. "My name is Trica. Though that won't matter since you already found a nickname for me, Big Bad Wolf." she spat, her words said through clenched teeth. Every word the demon spoke set fire to another coal inside of her, creating a flame that could not be put out. Ignorant beast. "Speech"

"Annoying? Oh sweetheart, like I haven't been called that a million times before," she would tell the ivory fae as a chuckle emerged from her lips, her salmon tongue slithering over her ivory fangs, the white demon snapping them close to Little Red's pretty face without warning, her teeth just inches away from her delicate features. "I must disagree, Miss Red," she would speak, ignoring the woman's real given name, choosing to continue this game of cat and mouse. "The feelings aren't mutual for me, love. In fact, I find you quite amusing," her words would be laced with poison, a teethy grin pulling back her obsidian lips. She would once again snarl into the air, clamping her jaws shut next to the fae's right ear, jaws grabbing nothing but air. "Oh come on," the ivory sadist would say as she sank down upon her haunches, watching the woman with a smirk, "I'm not that annoying, am I, Little Red?"