My eye had caught a glimpse of something before I had blended back into the coverage of the tree. It was a flash of white, and I had barely missing what exactly it was. Surely it was a wolf of the Glorall pack, but had they seen me? I smirked slightly, keeping still like a stone pillar cliff up high, unphased by wind or rain. Yet my it appears that their eyes had caught me, catching an image of my graceful form before I became hidden once more.

I hear the voice as it tingles my ears. I blink my copper eyes furiously, making no more at first to his question. I dislike that he associates me with Diveen. I am more than Diveen will ever be. I am the reason Diveen won the Iromar war. I am the one who came out unscathed, and yet was I rewarded with the position I deserved? No. Malina still holds the lead assassin title, when she in face defended the enemy.

I am not bitter by any means, I am simply pointing out how...blissfully dumb Isola can be. Her eyes are covered in a veil of innocence and stupidity. No, I do not like being associated with Diveen so strongly, and it wears thin upon my skin over time.

Regardless, I let out a feminine and alluring giggle in the damp summer air. My voice is one of my most stunning features, but really, all of me in something to be in awe at. I have superb features, darkened and lovely. My grey paws pivot my form most skillfully around the tree that separated us. I reveal my dark visage, emotionless other than a creeping tinge of what might be considered a smile. I pause next to the tree, staring at him intently with my flashing copper eyes, narrowing as I overlook him.

The wind brushes gently against my fur, but otherwise I am once again still as the loneliest rock. I am capable of holding my form creepily motionless, and that is that true skill and muscle control which I obviously possess. I then tilt my jaw slightly, fluidly like water running downstream.

"Diveen is what you wish me to be. Are you Glorall?" I let slip from my tongue, a hint of sarcasm dancing into my ear-candy of a voice. It is a simple question, and a simple reply for what is likely a simple mind. Seeing as how...dumb his first words were, I doubt he would even understand what I am implying. Such is the way of the stupid minds that litter this world.

I really need to cull this world of such useless flesh.