Line was in an unnaturally good mood as she strolled to the lake. She remembered this place; it was where she had spent many a night sleeping under the lovely stars. Her cranium moved upward to gaze at the sky; it was cloudy, but the soft light that filtered through made the entire scene almost fantastical. Grey pillars took the she-devil to the edge of the lake; they then bent enough to allow the queen to drink the cool aqua. She looked around the shore, taking note of who was out and about. Line tilted her head to the side, there were so few of the beasts around. Are any of my friends still here? She mused, rolling the question around for a few minutes in her head. A curious idea occurred to the vixen, maybe her son, was still in Blossom. She shook her crown, ‘twas a silly idea. For who would want to be near a tempest such as herself? The ashen pistons took the mistress to a spot in the shade, in the underbrush but still bathed in the faint sun beams. She stretched out, her claws digging into the terra while her plume reached into the sky. The foliage twitched and swayed in the gentle wind, only shivering when an over-excited youth pounced through it. Line could feel her tawny and charcoal pelt warming in the unrelenting sun, and decided to take a small nap near the crystalline water. Her sleek pistons carried her to the edge of the over-sized pond with grace unbeknownst to most at the age of failing grace. The liquid looked of ice when gazed at from the cusp of it, combined with the sun kissed terrain it was a perfect place to rest, even for the usually cruel mistress. She laid her cranium on dusty fores, allowing the sound of gentle waves and the welcoming light lulling her into a light doze. A story played in her mind, bringing forward the story of her pilgrimage back to Blossom Forest, her homeland. Her visage, a long snout with beautiful titian orbs, gave no clue that she was reliving traumatic experiences.

The girl laid there in the sun for what seemed like millennia to her, but was likely to be about half an hour. She stood up, shook her frame free of any dirt that may have clung to it, and looked around. The sun had come out from hiding behind the clouds, its rays were now more concentrated and were a bit harsh on those with thick pelts. Her cranium tilted to one side as her auds caught the sound of wolfish laughter somewhere nearby, causing a bit of a lopsided smile on the hellions face. The smile was pulled into a pout as she realized what was missing from the scenic landscape. All the ‘ess needed to complete it was some company. “Ye ole bat, now why would someone want to be near a she-devil like you?” She scoffed the words at herself, barely moving her lips to utter the syllables. Even crazy fatales such as her were prone to loneliness, especially while watching such a beautiful day pass by. Line sighed, causing her lips to pull back over pearl canines, to reveal scarlet bits and pieces of unknown descent. She dipped her crown down to meet the water once again, revealing the shades of sorrel on her nape. The femme was lonely, and at this point, anyone willing to brave the anger of the old she-devil was welcome company.