Run while there's life left,
Scream 'til there's silence
Fall, how richly colored this place was during this season. Purge smirked and wondered what it was that made females wish to be mothers, the winter brought her only madness, irrationality and the need to satisfy something far darker and consequential than hunger. It awoke nasty fantasies of infants and work outs, dreams for those who could afford the weakness that came with those they brought to the world. Purge would not be one of those females, she couldn't be. She adored the flirtation the fall months brought, but most often she was hidden during the winter, staying aware and away of every male she possibly could. It was not often that she wandered into the fields of this Moladion, she simply had the need to wander and so here she was. Most unexpectedly, so there was company.
She smiles, a more scary gesture and a baring of feral teeth than a friendly motion, her reflective irises locking onto the thinly furred wolfess. How would she ever survive winter here? The white and black behemoth watches as the smaller wolf splashes herself, and she cannot help the cruel peel of laughter that escapes her mouth. "Ha ha! How much you must dislike yourself to do such a thing, miss. I have never seen another do it!" Another peel of that sinister laugh and she is moving to the shorter wolf in a few oddly graceful motions. her scarred paw barely brushing the ground as she moves. She does not favor it, merely cannot know how long she leaves it on the ground. The result is a certain skipping gesture, which could aid her in any frontal attack. Her back legs are her power now. But, she is not in any threatening mood today. Today, Purge simply wishes to hold her anger for the tournament against Isola. Today, she will try and make a friend or two. Best behavior, best behavior, best behavior.
vixen || of no where || nine years || no bars || no chains || no shackles