For DMC

Her muscles twist and turn with each careless step. She She was on the prowl, exploring the woods that she often lingers within. It is that time when fall and winter blend together, where one cannot tell which is which. The trees are almost completely leafless, and snow begins to touch the ground. She had barely visited Diveen as of late. It was just the place of her origin- not a place for her to exist forever, and this she knew. The True Angel did not exist and live there, thus Phaedra was not destined to live there, and come spring she will abandon the pack completely other than visits to her family if she so desired.

Family. As her black paws crunch on leaves and kick dirt, the scent of one long gone begins to burn within her nostrils. Her dark hackles are given to rise in the dead canopy of a forest, her mighty sunset head lifting to let her nebulous eyes swirl about, her head moving with them in an manner that can only be described as odd for typical lupine motion. She cannot help but giggle wickedly as she comes to the realization what scent she happened upon.

She body becomes giddy with excitement. She bites her bottom lip before she sniffs the air again, greedily taking it in before she bounds off. It was a scent banned and barred from Diveen, the scent of her own blood of which she takes after so much within her build. She is a physical beast and monster just as he, but her looks make her as mysterious as her mind.

The world was a place of many mysteries, but it was only fate in her mind that she should come across him. She does not ignore all else as she follows his scent, constantly, whipping her head down to the leaves to smell and scent, to brush leaves carefully before bounding off once more. Even when she was surely in full view, she lets her eyes lay upon the older black figure, while nibbling at the bark of a tree. She stares at him as she does so, smiling coyly before she then walks purposefully towards him.

"My my, look who it is! Grandfather Devil" she says with her odd toned voice, feminine and yet in a much deeper and darker tone. She shows no fear for him as she gets close- although who knows, perhaps she should. She stops before him, large and almost a duplicate of him in terms of body. She even has the more chiseled look within her face- although she does not look particularly male or female- simply wild.

"I have heard so much about you since you left, yes I have, and yet, words are just words, hm?" she states, head tilting slightly as she observes the older male.