Oh foolish boy, you are wrong on your assumptions. The monstrous looking fem that appears to be dreading her looks is not exactly what you see. The girl is quite proud of every single scar and faded wound on that ebony carcass, each one told a story. The say that the best warriors barely have a scratch on them. Well, who ever said that was surely a wuss. Anyone that was in a tight jam held scars that screamed bravery, and anyone that held a clean pelt was nothing more than a coward. Even the greatest fighters bore scars, some not even seen with the naked eye. The scars she was focusing on were the ones that were still alive within her mind. She was never one that concerned herself with her appearance. Her appearance matched her personality: deformed, ravaged, yet strong and…unknown. After all with all the things she had been through she couldn’t help, but be somewhat amazed that she was still around. Funny. They had always thought of her as nothing more than a cursed soul, and maybe, just maybe, they were right.

Indeed she was unaware that someone was observing her. He was downwind and so his scent could not be caught among the howling cold winds. She continued staring at the waters seeing not her reflection but snippets of her past. This new place wasn’t anything like she had encountered before. The loners here approached one another in peace without instigating a fight over something, be it ego or food. Every loner she had come across in other lands it was kill or be killed. She was not accustomed to these civil conversations, so her manners weren’t up to par. At least she hadn’t attacked anyone that approached her, although it was getting rather difficult not to. Some of them deserved it. Like that flirtatious foxlike lupine she met one night along the rocky terrain. Now that male deserved a good smack in the face with her claws, oh how she would love to give him a nice deep scar to ruin that face of his, perhaps he would think twice poking his big nose where it didn’t belong. Speaking of some big nose poking around…blue eyes with swirls of amethyst opened up as she stared at her reflection seeing the pewter dome with ebony markings etched on his face standing behind her. Her eyes would narrowed as she turned her dial around, sinister shadows from the silvery light of the moon were stamped along the jagged scars that were engraved in her face. There was a low growl rumbling at the back of her throat as a sly smirk appeared on her ugly mug, a glimpse of her sharp teeth could be seen as that cold gravely tone crawled out.

“And yet here you are…clearly you care, although why you do is beyond me.”

Was she taunting him? Of course she was, she knew he was not there to cheer her up, in fact, there was no reason for him to be near her at all. The wight killing machine moved around slowly, the marks of previous fights littered over her entire body glitzed in the moonlight. Multi-colored steely eyes looked him over, carefully, making note of the various jagged scars that scattered along his own massive form. Finally, a true loner, perhaps he was familiar with the outer lands far from this place. Someone that actually understood how they were supposed to act, although he wasn’t trying to attack her. A pity really, she was itching for a fight. Long ebony banner flicked side to side in a bored manner. She was about to tell him off when she noticed a black young pup waltzing her way into a situation that did not require her presence. She noticed how the black and white banner from the pup was curled over her back, clearly her parents never did teach her respect. With a low snarl her hackles rose as she lifted her head, those cold eyes glaring at her. She didn’t need any ‘protection’ from anyone let alone a pup. Her nasty cold tone held a low snarl at the backend of it.

“Tell me, does someone even give a damn about you, whelp?”

The last thing she needed tonight was to babysit a young pup. They were nothing more than egotistical nuisance. Her torn off ear was laced backwards tightly against her head, clearly a sign of agitation. She wasn’t quite sure as to why both of them felt the need to come to her. Could she really not have a moment alone to confront her inner demons alone? She slowly collected herself and sat back down allowing her whip to curl at her feet, though her ebony fur lined with grey markings along her shoulder remained bristled, as she turned her dial to both of them.

“What I was thinking is of no concern to either of you, but since you two are so foolishly curious… I was not thinking about my appearance, I am proud of the scars I bare, as for thinking about someone that actually gave a shit about me? That has never happened and it never will.”

Her tense cold tone held a sense of severity, almost as if she wanted this conversation about her personal thoughts to be over with, which she clearly wants. She accepted her appearance long ago and she grew into her deformation as the Monster that haunted the various terrain she covered. As for anyone actually thinking of her in a caring matter or with importance, that was something she could laugh about for hours. The fool that held her in such a light would soon find out that she wasn’t worth their time or effort. In fact, she wasn’t worth their time right now so it was best if they left her alone to continue to enjoy what was left of a peaceful cold night.