(i needed to get her active and this was the perfect way XD)

Ahhh. Life was a bitch, I was fucked up, and I was apparently a ghost in all the pack's mind but CODA. Thank god for CODA.

I laughed mirthlessly, a scratchy, rasping sound, and my silver bodice slipped oh so easily back into the cover of the shadows. There was a tint of masculine to the air, and such drew me towards a large fallen tree that I had marked more than once. Merely by exploring, might I add; don't think I'm bitchin' with Queens, because if I was I would probably be dead by now. My petite paws were daintily lifted over all obstacles, and by the calculated, precise steps my long flowing legs executed, you could tell I could walk through here with my eyes closed and still find my way whilst being hauntingly graceful. I slipped around the tree, giving it a wide berth because it stunk of male, and then my golden eyes found the prone form of the blackened boy. A sly glint snuck into my eyes, a barely visible naughty thought, but I masked my entire facade with a cold expression. I slunk forwards, creating an illusion from just my appearance, a wonderful hallucination of a beautiful, deadly, bitch walking with ravishing strides. I stopped near the tip of the brujo's tail, curling my own tail above my vertebrae so that it was held stiffly in Omega, and spoke.
'Hello. I don't see what you find so boring in this wonderful paradise full of woman that would gladly give you a good fuck...besides from Queens, Deirdre, Metronome, and Huntress of course.'
I snickered deviously at my comment, but not from the fact that I said fuck; no, I wasn't that kind of giddy, schoolgirl. I laughed merely because I found something amusing, an inside joke you might say. But such thoughts were meddling my attention to the brujo, which might be dangerous, so I turned my thoughts back to him. I showed no lust, if I had any, merely stood like a stoney statue above his prone form.