I do admit, that I much more of a curious creature than I let on. I had felt the shake of the earth at one point. I am not pleased that there is something else able to make the earth tremble. Perhaps the powers I always knew I had, being an embodied Goddess of course, have finally begun to arise. I think such things as my paws of grey, perfect in coloration and size, carry my powerful and graceful form past the land called 'Diveen' and into other lands without such things as formal 'rank'. A world where one lives by their teeth and claw.
I hum one of the tunes that I create within my mind. I do not admit it, but I have quite the musical talent in many ways. I have a voice that is to be praised, a voice that is so glorious that it is an addition to the ears. It is a hum that is gentle to the mind, one calming on this day as I step upon unworthy creatures and plants, crushing the living with the very weight of my muscular form.
I wonder what it is my children do on these days. They no longer linger near my den, but instead are off in the world, raining down death and destruction I am sure. Certainly, I have showed them the ways, showed them how to do my bidding, how to be extensions of my very mind, for that is what they are. They are a part of me, and I wish for them to sink teeth into the weak and destroy the world from the inside out. I know that I am a formidable being on my own, but who is to say I am not more powerful with more parts of me running around?
My paws bring me to this fabled land that was exposed by the tremble of earth, my eyes of molten copper and blue flashing out and absorbing the new sight. How...boring, in many respects, but perhaps it would be a good place for me to linger. Diveen is not so much my favorite place, but I use it to my own advantage. I can be an assassin and kill whoever I wish and get others to protect me if I so desire? Why the hell not, even if I don't need it. I am, indeed, the only wolf who came out unscathed in the war between Iromar and Diveen, yet still covered with blood upon my tongue. I am a superior being, and the war only proved it to both packs. I would still like a place to linger on my own, another lair to claim and to contemplate within darkness.
I do not smile, nor do I violate my face with any other sort of emotion. I keep my face still and static as I reach the entrance, but just because I do not throw out useless emotions in this moment, doesn't mean that I am not blackened beauty to be reckoned with. My large paws slow into silence as I push my way through the opening, feeling the coolness brush against my dark fur as I begin to blend within the shadows. I still hum my melody, haunting like a ghost in a winter, echoing every which way in the caverns. My voice even sounds like it is throwing itself all around, something most peculiar. Nice acrostics, really, I enjoy them.
I continue on with paws against the cool rock, the light delicate as it glows in the caves. My molten eyes, intense and fire-beaming, catch a form light upon the ground ahead. My humming barely fades, head turning only slightly as I observe him from a far. A large specimen, thick in build. I may be silent like a dark night, but I had allowed him to hear my voice hum him a song of my presence. Truly, he is lucky to be in near a girl such as I, illuminated by a back light of bright yellow light, beaming out over my glorious fur.
"The shadows suit you well," I state with a voice flat, though naturally toned with my elegant Latin touched voice. "But what makes you worthy of them?" I say with only a touch of a venom. I am the true decider of that, of course. I decide the fate of whoever I wish.