"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

Malevolent thoughts brought forth demonic beings from within the soul. The poison of ill-wished fates seeping into and infecting all morality. There were very few morals left in the gold flecked beast, very little which she would not do for some peace, for some pleasure..

The malignant spirited creature stalked upon the earth with intentions clear. It had not been but a few days since her return to Moladion and she was already yearning for the chance to stir the world up into disarray. She craved the pandemonium like the sickly for a cure, her twisted mind wreaking havoc upon itself the longer she delayed her destructive intent. It was a vicious circuit that she thrived on; causing mayhem and combating with those who opposed. She may have started out an innocent, young outcast but her psyche is severely damaged and likely beyond the hope for rehabilitation. She has lived with and among these demons for quite some time now, it is only second nature to listen to them.

And so, she is forced from the open air of the fields to delve into the woodland, a dark and welcoming place for the likes of herself. Though the day is still new, she finds herself comforted in the thick of the trees and shrubbery, their spindly fingers reaching out to grasp at her lush coat as she passes them by. As if they were long lost friends welcoming her home; she liked to think so. She remained close to the eastern side of the forest as she traveled, knowing that not many would care to travel into the murkier areas during winter. If she were to catch someone it would certainly be on this side of the wood. Seemingly as if on a cue, the sound of another moving about in the distance redirected her focus. Inky ears perked to attention as she lifted her head to scent the air. Ah, a fellow lupine. There could have been no better timing in the world.

The black beaut side stepped so that she could maneuver through a grouping of bushes, her icy eyes ever so attentive on where the other was positioned. Her dark figure slithered through what shadows were provided by the pines and when her victim was in sight, she stopped, allowing herself to remain hidden as she watched silently before calling out to the fair hued stranger. "Hello my sweet little sheep.." Her tones cooed wickedly, a low and nearly inaudible growl of delight following after.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska