Life is full of disappointment and failure. This has been proven countless times, again and again, and yet still life continues on. Life finds a way.

Steps are precise and graceful as the phantom moves throughout the land, her senses reaching out to her surroundings and taking in what she could. This was a new place- full of fresh scents, fresh sights, fresh everything. She had finally given up on the quest her Father had set upon her many, many years ago. While she was initially successful, that did not last long. One by one her clan dropped like flies, until there were all but three. The Satanican Queen herself, and her two children. But even then, they were ghosts. Coming and going, never staying for long or making any progress. Eventually, Seline had made her decision and left, never to look back.

And now here she was, in lands uknown and all the deed undone. She did not know what sort of wolves lurked within this lush paradise, but she would find out. The wolf of blood and snow always had her way, regardless of anything around her. Dominance ran thick through her blood, as did her warriors skill and talent. The scars upon her chest and even those on the right side of her muzzle showed just that. At least, to the correct eyes, they did. Venomous irises of the most pristine emerald- charged with electricity, wander their surroundings. The woods here remind her of Andere, a brief pang of disappointment blossoming within her breast. But as soon as the thought comes into being, it is then snuffed out. She does not have time for such petty wonderings. She is a creature to live in the present, not the past.

There is much to be said and done here, and to say Seline wasn't an outgoing wolf was an understatement. For while she was indeed prone to interactions with others- she was also very particular. Picky some say, choosey say others. It did not matter what one called it, for it was but the simple truth. The Satanican Queen, though not quite the last of her kind, was a regal among lesser souls- something she knew full well and it showed in the way she moved. Her grace and precision was unparalleled by most if not all others- and while she was not the biggest wolf out there, her long legs accenting her curvaceous figure- she was a lethal force to be reckoned with. If any one thought to gain the upper hand over her, she would quickly prove them just what sort of mistake that was, and just what it would cost them.

And when the faintest rustle of anothers movement comes to her alabaster painted ears, her venomous gaze is narrowing on the location of the source. No words are needed, nor is any show of a threat- but then again nothing is really ever needed. Her voice is slow, sensual- razors coated in honey.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."