When she can, she follows from the shadows. The girl of black and white knows no other world than the one she has created for herself- with it revolving mainly around him. Thoughts of Mother, Father, and even brother Gracin are only dusty memories. They live in the past, and she is a creature of the present, of the future. And yet all the same her mind thrives off of those lives that are gone, that have been snuffed out, taken from them. It’s a fascinating world, of the living and the dead, and it is a wonderful playground for her to explore and experiment.

And he, the one of pale cremes, whites and greys, with those eyes of molten flame tinted with violet- he is so lovely and exquisite and Achlys wishes to learn all that goes on within that head. Today he is still within that pack, the one she had followed the Diveen Princess to. After that second encounter with him, she had remained on the outskirts of the borders, waiting for a glimpse but never wandering in. She was still young yet, not even fully grown and all that she could be. But she wanted so badly- so desperately to impress him, she could stand it no longer. Stark black paws fall against the fallen foliage upon the forest floor, for it is this day she wanders within the pack land, searching for him, and him alone. When she finds him, he is not alone- he is with another, white, like her, but with the crimson that marks the angels of her first pack.

She herself held no angel blood within her- on the contrary, her Father was a full fledged demon and that made her a half breed. Not that she would think or know of such things, not really. She had left the world of the living a long time ago, and such petty things with it. What she focused on was her learning and exploring, and, of course, him. And he is just as sublime as ever, taller and older than her but still intoxicating all the same. The young girl does not hesitate in her approach, but she does not come too close either. Instead, she is content to stop her movement several yards away, before reclining upon her haunches. And instead of opening her jaw to blabber useless words away, she waits, her ice blue gaze marred with flames intent on Eden, though they occasionally flicker to Solaris. She does not know this other, but it is obvious that her Eden does, and so she accepts it, accepts him. And she waits, waits for whatever he might want or ask, for that was the only reason she had come to begin with.