She looked like a terrifying goddess as she slid on her white limbs through the daylight, keeping to the shadows that protected her. A creature so lovely, yet so deadly. She was built for beauty, with her long legs and dainty figure. Her fur was also long and silky, and she held a very feminine look. She even walked with an air of female grace, but beware. She is not so beautiful when her lips curls to rip into her prey. Today though, Iso heads towards the pack lands. She is not one to join and follow, but lead. But even Iso knew that you are stronger in a pack. This is what has made the hellion so smart, so cunning. Her mind is not a broken one. It is not fractured, but merely different. Even though she was raised inside of a cozy den with loving parents and sibilings, it seemed that her sibilings got the most attention and love. Iso had to fight her way through them just to either get a loving touch from her parents or even a scrap of food.

It is this scent that draws Iso and her shadow this day, this scent of blood and life that causes her tongue to slide free of her snowy jaws and caress her bloodied muzzle in greed. She has already attempted to eat today but could only manage to rip off and eat a few bites before the pain would intensify and cause extreme pain. Abandoning her meal, well what was left of it, Iso moved away from the borders of Abendrot and followed the trail. Her muddied eyes scanned the area as she limped after the bleeding prey. The voices within her head screamed with hunger pulling her closer and closer towards her instinctive side, but what causes her to stop next is not what the hellion thought. The supposed prey was that of another wolf bleeding from recent battle. Lips attempted to curled but nothing happened. Her fractured jaw was beginning to heal but at a slow pace that made the pure, russet fae angry. Great, I can barely snarl and show my dominance over others. She eyed the form of the brute walking away and there was something different about him. The way he moved and treaded upon the land it interested her, just like Left for Dead did. Auds flicked forward as she moved across the land following after his form but staying in the shadows. Iso reaches the border and stops. The voices within scream for her to continue forward but Iso was born with a head of common sense.

A howl releases into the cool, crisp air and instantly Iso is upon her feet but the sudden movement pulled at her fractured leg and rib away causing immense pain to shoot through her body. But she tried to ignore as she traveled through Bright Moon. Her mind is only set on one thing, finding out who this bleeding demon was. She walks through the forest upon three legs, taking her time to maneuver around fallen logs and broken branches that fell to the ground. Advancing upon the place where Darcia sits, the white and fox russet fae slows to a halt, orbs of mud observing him as he sits there like a bump on a log. How pathetic. Giving up with watching him, Iso advances forward, her leg held close to her body. Lanterns of brown flick to the form of the fae who had just entered but return back towards the demon sitting upon the throne. She felt compelled to dominate this brute, even in her state and show him who the real demon of hell was, but something held her back. Iso narrows her muddied eyes and settles back onto her haunches, wincing to herself as her rips push together causing the scraps to rub against one another but the voices within snarl at her forcing her to forget the pain. Not a word was utter for a mere second until Iso parts her jaws as far as they could go and mutters out two words. Hopefully he understood, but if he didn’t then well that is his loss then.