On this night, Seline hunts for more than simple prey. The Satanican Queen searched for interesting things in this land of Moladion, as so far she had done little but spend play time with her dearest Eric. Their last encounter had left quite a few marks on her hide, and each and every ache that still lingered within her nerves served as a pleasant reminder. If only there were others like him- others like them, though as it was she did not share in his exact taste of the flesh. That was why when the warm blood of hare reached her senses, she did not hesitate to turn toward it. A free meal, and a free show, perhaps, depending on whomever might have found themselves a meal.

The blood and snow Queen is not disappointed when she breaks through the foliage to find her object of desire. It is a female this night, a lovely white angel at that, one with eyes so hauntingly familiar. They are the eyes of Eric, only there is a certain gleam to them Seline cannot place. She does not know this is due to golden shards laced throughout those glacial irises, but perhaps at a closer glance she might be able to know. Immediately lowering her crimson and alabaster muzzle to the ground, she keeps her intense jade eyes slightly wide and innocent in appearance as she moves forward, curious to this other female and who she was.

There was an aura that held a lethal quality to it about the stranger, and it drew the Satanican Queen in like a moth to a flame. Most did not take too kindly to being approached during a meal, and Seline wanted to know what this wolf’s reaction might be. The best she could hope for was a straight on physical assault, to which she could use to her advantage, depending on how hell bent the female might be on killing Seline or protecting her food. When she was about five feet away, if she even managed that distance, her honey toned voice slipped forth in the space between them, their false sense of sweetness covering up the razors for now. “And what’s a tasty thing like you enjoying another tasty thing out here, in the dark, all alone for?” The words themselves weren’t exactly feminine, but had a distinct flavor to them all their own.

Her smile is slow and lazy across her features, her bright venom gaze daring the female to do something. Anything. And now that she was close enough, Seline could see that they weren’t Eric’s eyes exactly that she had. While very similar, there were small gold flecks within that that she found rather enchanting, and exotic all in their own. What a fortunate little gem she had stumbled upon, even if she was as young as she was and perhaps just as volatile.