Her paws led her to the shade of the trees, keeping away from the powerful sun. Slender legs carried the dame in a swift and agile pace, in the direction of the trees. Delicate emerald grass brushed her paws as she dashed along, quickening into a short run. The graceful breeze carrier her into an open clearing with no trees, only grass. The warmth dazzled like a thousand glimmering stars and the sunbeams lit her deep maple pelt into a mesmerizing display of gold and amber. Her head lifted to the sky, eyes perfectly matching the blue surface. Not a single ivory cloud dared stain the sky's azure look. The sky was flawless. Trekking once more in the shadows, the dark lady only observed the surroundings around her. Perhaps it all was full of life, color and emotion. She wasn't. She was only an unwanted, unloved and avoided creature. Was there anyone else with a chaotic, cold and mindless self? Did anyone else stand above the crowd? OOC: Sorry for the suckish start. I'll try to improve on my starting posts Walk. "Talk." Thoughts and voices

The ivory Queen would stretch her large bodice, tense muscles relaxing as her body became warm under the morning sun. She shook her pelt and yawned, pale ears flicking as she did so. She had just awoken after a pleasant night's slumber. The creme painted babe would quickly check over Abaven's borders, making sure no intrusions were around. After a pleased patrol, the ivory girl would trot into the direction of the Rustling Thicket, no cloud to be seen in the sky. Anzhelika exhaled a sigh from her ebony lips, coming upon the area thought of in her mind. The field was treeless, a sea full of emerald green grass greeted her as she stepped into the plains, gold and violet audits absorbing the gorgeous scenery. A movement caught her eye, though. Another female like herself, pelt of earthy colors and eyes as blue as the deepest sea. She was an interesting one to say in the least, for the girl kept to the shadows and away from the enjoyable rays of the warm sun. (OOC; No worries, darling!! I suck at starters and this was a crappy post as well.)

Just as she was starting to enjoy her emptiness and solitary path, it was not long before another scent filled her nostrils. It was different from the rich and bold flavors of the inland and forests. The smell was of another creature, perhaps another wolf. The lady didn't need any unwanted guests following her right now, and this creature didn't seem to be moving along. Swiftly turning around, narrowed cyan orbs met a multicolored gaze of gold and amethyst. A female wolf, dressed in splendid ivory and a light caramel. The lady was her height as well as wrapped in a lovely layer of muscle. She surely was no loner as she carried a strong pack scent. What would a pack wolf be doing far from her territory? "Who are you?" Low and elegant lyrics inquired. She was in no mood chatting to other women, though she would see where this would go. After all, this could be interesting. Walk. "Talk." Thoughts and voices

The lady would gracefully spin to face Anzhelika, her own gold and violet audits absorbing the girl's stare. They were enticing, sapphire blue eyes. Though Anzhelika flicked her pale ears to listen to the girl as she would speak. The earthen colored woman would hold herself with elegance, her voice low. Hmm. Anzhelika liked this one already. Maybe she was worthy of The Queen's presence unlike her counterparts at her own pack. "Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov," she would say her own name with pure elegance, the lyrics rolling right off of her tongue. "And you are?" The question would be simple, soft spoken lyrics holding a dark timbre. Yet, her voice was laced with it's venemous tone, and she didn't bother to hide it around this one. Golden hued and violet orbs would watch the earthen painted lady as she awaited her response.

The other woman introduced herself as Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov before inquiring the same fact from the rogue lady. Anzhelika was a rather interesting yet angelic-sounding name. Surely a woman dressed in snow would be considered an angel at first sight? Though perhaps this wolf did not behave like a gentle and delicate creature like her name. Maybe this wolf was of a darker alignment. "I am Aislinn of the rogue lands," The maple beauty would finally state confidently, her narrowed gaze examining the ivory and tan being carefully. "And what pack do you reside in?" She had made it clear that she belonged in the rogue territories, and the thick scent that the ivory dame carried was of a pack. The ember lady showed no interest in joining this particular pack, though learning about it and becoming more familiar with other empires may prove to be useful in the long run. Walk. "Talk." Thoughts and voices

She's Got A Pretty Face With Wicked Intentions

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov would watch the earthen pelted female as she would speak, cunning gaze of gold and amethyst orbs watching her.

The earthen pelt-- Aislinn would name herself off as a loner, a rogue, residing in no home. It seemed rather odd to her that a beauty like her own wasn't snatched up with the magical thing called love. Heh. Yeah right. Love was some sick shit. Anzhelika despised "love".

Aislinn would pull her to focus from her thoughts as she would begin to speak, asking about what pack the ivory Queen may be in. "Abaven. Oh, I do wish to leave soon, though. They've put me in a pitiful low rank. When I can do so much more," she would say as she glanced over at Aislinn, gold and violet hued orbs watching her carefully. Hmm. She was an interesting one, no doubt.

Anzhelika had spoken about her current pack being Abaven, though she seemed to hold a grudge against that empire. Apparently she was put at a low rank and wished to leave because of her potential. A wicked smile spread to Aislinn's maw as she heard those words. How fascinating. Anzhelika did not seem much like an angel but she held potential to become a skilled warrior or any powerful creature. The bronze female had no time to sit around, she too held a desire to be something great. Surely there was a pack out there that could take wolves with an eager hunger for more. "What a pity, for a wolf with so much promise and potential to be given a lowly rank," She spat bitterly, her deep words like venom. "I too seek a home, though I search for one that focuses on strength and combat." There was a pack out there like that. There had to be. If there are useless kingdoms with weak and blind leaders, then there had to be powerful and dominant empires. Walk. "Talk." Thoughts and voices

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov would glance at the earthen pelted woman as ahe would speak, the ivory Queen nodding in hard agreement to her words. "Yes, I know. Truly pathetic," she would say, lyrics holding hatred within her tones as she spoke about them. Her pack. Gold and amethyst topaz orbs would watch the lady as she would speak once more, Aislinn speaking of how she was seeking a pack of one that focused on strength and combat. "I am sure one like that exists," she would tell her, but that wasn't what Anzhelika seeked from a pack. She seeked a sick, cunning, evil pack. Something to fulfill her chaotic evil sadistic cravings.

Anzhelika agreed with her earlier statement. Pathetic it indeed was. The ivory and caramel woman also agreed that there was a pack out there that focused on battle and power. It would be interesting to see how long Anzhelika would last in Abaven before she embarked on a search for another home, whatever pack she may desire. For now the deep ember lady was best off, on her own path to find her new life. "Well then, Anzhelika," She began with a firm nod, preparing to leave. "I hope all goes well within your pack and you achieve your high rank." She did not know the next time she would meet Anzhelika again though she was certain everything would be different. Anzhelika would have her higher position and the bronze woman would simply be part of a pack, though a high rank for herself would be excellent... "And now, I shall be off." Her last words echoed, a wicked grin spreading over her features. With that, the maple furred lady swiftly carried herself through the trees and into the shadows. She became nothing more than a thin outline against the darkness. -exit unless stopped- "Speech"

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov would watch as the earthen pelted lady would speak, announcing her departing from the seen. She bid a farewell to Anzhelika, yet the ivory Queen hoped this wasn't goodbye forever. "And good luck to you, Aislinn." Her tone was soft, low timbre like velvet as she watched the dame disappear into the shadows. She would continue on her own hunt for the throne, and possibly one day cross paths with Aislinn once again. Maybe she could even be her friend. But, for now, they were merely acquaintances in this world of strangers. That was one step closer to a wicked friendship. And, with that, Anzhelika would make her own departure, the ivory Queen disappearing from the scene into the shadows of her own darkness.

(OOC; ~Exit Anzhelika)