 She was on the hunt again, this time with her belly full and the need to burn off the extra energy she had acquired. She planned to find another recruit for Andras; as Minos it was her duty to figure out where those in the pack who did not know their purpose were to go. With Siren she had semi figured it out - in her mind, the girl was a work in progress. Until she completed her training and was nestled back into Iromar with Andras approval of such a position, not that he might approve of it per-say, she would keep an ever watchful eye on the Princess. For the moment the girl was safe and busy and Aithne needed to keep herself moving. Goals and purposes were the things that kept a body sane. Food always came first to her mind though it was never hard to find a decent meal in this place. The last male she had brought to the marshes had disappeared without a trace, much to her resentment. Maybe he had been flushed out by Malikye's overbearing persona, but then again she hadn't seen much of the vampire male lately either after thoroughly pissing him off. He'd come around or he wouldn't, though she hated to admit she would much rather he did. As strange as he was and with his oppressively bad attitude she found she liked the male quite a bit. He was an interesting character for certain. As she heads towards the lake with a cool spring breeze ruffling her obsidian fur a bird is flushed out from the grasses. It's rapid wings startle Aithne and her ears pin back, her teeth flashing as she snaps her teeth, but it is quick and gone in an instant. Eying the fading figure in the sky with distaste she growls under her breath, cursing the feathery fiend. In the distance she catches the sight of a hunched figure of black and blinding white and her ears prick once more, forgetting the hidden bird, and she begins to pad towards him. She is careful to rustle the grass, to not step too quietly, so that he will know she does not stalk. The stench of Iromar clings to her, a smell long accustomed to her nose by now, and russet adorns the backs of her ears and trails down to her thighs but there is also a white patch on her chest and one forepaw, a clear indication that she is not a born member of the demon society. As she gets closer she can see his mask and is actually quite delighted by his colorings, so different that they are; her deep emerald eyes look him over with curiosity, though he might find it disconcerting to see the red ring around her right pupil, but she has no scars to speak of. The male smells of no place, no home, and that is good. It is good for her in regards to recruiting him. "Why do you look so lonesome?" Aithne's voice is husky and deep, seeming to match the thickness and broad body that she carries, and she pauses a distance away from him. In her experience some Iromar wolves were.. well, crazy... so it wouldn't be a surprise if this boy thought the same. (psssh, this is Alicia :P I Think you got me confused in chat yesterday, as Insoa plays Ateshia, and I play Aithne. So I'm just assuming you meant this for Aithne, so I'm posting her) A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |