Diveen is a very boring place. Nothing of interest seems to happen there. I am not the kind of girl, the kind of superior being to linger around such uselessness for long, but really, who isn't useless? Where is there a place that has wolves who are actually worth my time? No where, apparently, and Diveen seems to be the best option thus far. I mean, that is the wolves I grew up with, with Heyel as my trainer and 'grandfather'. It is simply my loose affiliations that keep me there, and the fact that Isola allows for my kind to stay and still do whatever I really wished as an assassin.

I am, of course, her most valuable asset, at least I allow her to think that I am her asset, that I would help if if she ever needed it. But really, I do whatever the hell I want. I know my worth, and it is well beyond anyone that shits and pisses in Diveen. I am the only wolf to come out of the war between Iromar and Diveen without a single mark on my flawless black and grey pelt, aside from the blood of others whom I ravaged. I am the true Dark Angel, though I hardly care for Isola's cute little titles. I snort as I think of how Isola structures the pack, my large and impressive frame moving in full grace across the riverside, which is a rather decent distance away from Diveen. Why am I here, you ask? Boredom does terrible things, and I know the little 'demons' of Iromar live close to this area. I might fancy a good chew toy to satiate my...more violent desires.

As I let my paws wander through the territory, something lovely comes to my nose. Something I absolutely love to smell. The sweet, metallic scent of blood. It is light, barely noticeable but I am a creature most acute. My static face, though stunning as it is, lets out one of my very rare grins, small grins of pleasure. I stopped to get a better sniff on the ground, lifting my head once more as I continued on with a bit more...kick in my step. I sing on this day, the scent of fresh blood too tantalizing not to. My voice is like that of angels, so divine and sweet, but deep within it, it is touched with a poisonous venom to the ears.

"Vestibulum hodie sanguis in auras. Donec nunc moriatur in faucibus."

I sung in the ancient language, a language superior to that of English as my nose brings me to the form of someone bleeding out in the water. I pause a distance away, my brilliant copper eyes fleck with blue staring him down. I keep my form high, dominant in nature with oozing of nothing but a calm, deadly confidence. What the hell does this...thing think he is doing? I am...displeased that he thinks he can just get blood in perfectly good water. Water has more use than he does, that is for sure. I snort, continuing to hum my heavily tune as I approach him with indifferent on my visually appealing visage. I stop a good 8 or so feet away, letting my eyes rest on him, looking down on him like the worthless trash he is...like they all are. I stare, my emotionless stare that is only hinted with darkness through a very, very slight narrowing of my eyes. After a moment of silence, I decide to let him hear my voice, for I am bored. He should consider himself lucky that I grace him with my presence at all.

"What is it that you are doing? You are tainting the water with your disgusting flesh."

I say, my voice surprisingly feminine and more...friendly than my words let on, my Latin accept thick and heavy. It is all a ruse, of course. I have no intention of being friendly to him, but I am not going to let my voice show him my true intentions...yet. Well, I do admit that I wasn't being particularly nice today, but when was I nice ever? Being nice is a weakness that cannot be tolerated, and yet it can be an asset used to my advantage. Let him think what he will about me though, I hardly care. He is but one of the many useless creatures that plague the earth, something to toy with until he bleeds himself to death. Hell, if he deserves it, I may just put him down early...but where is the fun in that? I always love watching them bleed.