Tonight the creature marked forever as a Monster was moving towards hallowed grounds of the Grotto. This was her sanctuary. Here she could roam where it was always cool and dark, a place where light feared to tread. For long periods of time she stayed within the maze of tunnels walking through them as if she owned the place. Very few dared to tread at the open gates of Hell and she was one of the few that knew most about this place. She could enter one open gaping mouth and travel down through the twists and turns and find her way to the other side of the Grotto. It was the perfect place to hide should she be followed and yet none seemed to attempt such a foolish thing. Here in Moladion she was unknown. No one knew of the murderess that stalked through the shadows taking down wolves here and there. No one knew her name. It is difficult to fear something that does not have a name. The only ones that knew what she was capable of were the ones that were connected to the victims or witnessed her victims being attacked, and yet anyone that speaks of a mauled creature would refer to her imprint Tobias. Her identity safe and secure.

Earlier that evening she was over at the Apols Riverside attacking a helpless charred wolf. It was her job to eliminate anything that was weak. The she-wolf was dying and she was ensuring that Death would come, and to feed off her flesh – because that was her new purpose. The white wolf was to sustain her, to keep her alive, and she was unable to accomplish her honorable task. A duo-colored male wolf interfered with her fun and while she attacked him she was pulled back. Some sort of invisible force pounded in her head, whispering to the violent woman that she was not allowed to put herself in harm’s way, she held something precious and it must not be destroyed. Not even with her old imprint did she feel the need to keep herself alive for him, but for Tobias, for some reason that was completely different and she did not like it. Her nightmarish stalker would watch her from afar in the shadows and it was an annoyance she wished to eliminate, but those same invisible shields kept her from fatally attacking him, just as that same shield kept Tobias from fatally attacking her.

Luckily she had managed to find herself another victim to dine on and sustain the hunger pains. It was a small fox that assumed it would be safe this snowy night to leave the safety of the den to look for a tasty meal. Little did the smaller canine know that it would be on the wolf’s menu. Pink tongue would wipe away some of the excess blood from her latest kill off her scarred muzzle as she moved through the shadows, feeling dawn’s light start to appear. Dark azure eyes caught sight of a familiar opening into the Grotto, a spot where there was no inhabitant and the entrance to a liar of tunnels that would lead her to the area that was her home. Long limbs would bring the mauled creature into the gaping hole and as her sleek frame blocked the light she went still as a low growl rumbled in her chest. A male was here trespassing on one of her many doorways to her sanctuary. Her feminine frame held an dominating stance, the light that barely peeked through from behind her was capable of casting sinister shadows on her already mauled face creating before the male a macabre vision. She did not speak. There was no need to. Already the ebony fur on her pelt rose and she stood there, waiting ever so patiently. He will not deter her from her desire to go to her den