Perhaps I am growing bored with my life in Diveen. Bored with the annoying wolves that linger there. Bored with their sense of entitlement and superiority, when few can even come close to harboring such arrogance. I do enjoy lingering in the shadows, my own form blending as if I were one. I am a Goddess of Darkness, a Queen of Shadows if you will. I am the creature that you should fear when you cannot see. I am a female of perfection, built for destruction and beauty all the same. A perfect blend that would pull the heart strings of anyone who appreciated either.
The light is filtered through, bouncing off rocks and landing on my darkened form in a back lit bliss. My blazing copper eyes fall forth upon the male that seems to be in a daze of sorts. Apparently I had awoken him from a slumber, but I hardly care about this fact. Those wake for me because I command it, even if I use my gentle song to issue such commands. He does wake though, I think, at least partially as his eyes slowly open. They reveal colors that catch my attention, my own copper and sapphire eyes catching the gentle light with the slightest movements of my sinister head. I can appreciate the violence that exist in his eyes. I am drawn to them for a moment like moth to a flame. He has eyes of blood, both old and new, and this causes a sick pleasure to purr inside.
He speaks, and I still stand in mysterious glory before him as I listen to his reply. I enjoy his voice for now, letting it seep in as it reflects off cave waves and rests within my mind for all eternity. His response is one that I do not mind, such a rare thing indeed. He appreciates the art of words, at least I think he may, from his first brief sentence. It is rare for a wolf to actually form words that are aesthetically pleasing to the ears. Most wolves are just stupid, blathering idiots that need to be murdered on site. Perhaps he will be saved yet.
I move like I was born of liquid shadow, like ink seeping into sand as my grey paw steps forward with an unbelievable combination of power and elegance. I come forth until the light is no longer playing upon my fur. I am now one of the darkness just as he, my face still firmly set in static as I go over his form with my eyes.
It is moments like these where I find a tug of my lips to be acceptable. I allow it ever so slightly, hauntingly beautiful. A true sight to be seen, as such beauty and allure is unseen upon this wretched earth. He should feel blessed to see such a sight, and yet I use it for my own good...and my own reasons. I allow my form to fall into its own lay, the grey of my underbelly combining with the stone below. I keep my head remaining high in the cool air, my eyes not leaving him quite yet.
"And what is it you are to do with it? Shadows can be a most powerful thing," she says are the words drip like heaven from her obsidian black lips. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze a taunt as she blinks slowly. She is a true vixen of the night, and she does enjoy having a little fun every now and then.