Observation was something Tick Tock had an uncanny talent for. Not all the time was it her teeth and claws that kept her alive. Her mind was as sharp as any predators’ teeth, but it was her dark azure eyes that gave her sharper vision. Keeping a watchful eye and her ears perks allowed the ghastly looking she-wolf to be aware of her surroundings and those that presented themselves within her presence. Watching others actually released part of her need to connect with others. If she could not trust herself at a close proximity with them, let alone even allow their presence too close to her own, then perhaps her eyes could do that for her. It was not difficult to note how the multi-hued brute ate his fill of the rotting flesh. The way he was hunched over to dead prey, how his jaws chomped on the flesh in a vigorous way. He was young, but his shallow sides alerted her that he was a loner. It was to no surprise to her that he did not recognize her presence. So, she would use this opportune moment to silently observe and judge, preferring the lack of proximity believing it was best for his benefit.

When he finally noticed her presence she did not flinch when he whirled around to face her. Instead she remained standing stoically, dark sapphire eyes locked on his own, not blinking. She was not fazed by his reaction. He was protecting his meal and she was invading his space. He had the right to bear his fangs, but he did not have the right to allow them to sink into her flesh. Half-torn ear twitched slightly atop her skull when she noticed how his agitated form began to transform into a more docile stance. His smile did not reach his eyes and his attempt to pull for any form of mercy from her did not work. She would take a few steps towards him, keeping a small distance between them, as her ears flicked back and forth to listen to his every word. Again, she remained impassive as she took the character in. The way he bowed to her was…unnecessary. When he was finished playing the sorrowful sinner she would part her bloodstained lips and allow her venom laced lyrics to pour so sweetly from her lips.

“Bearing your teeth at me is wise, but lying to me is not.”

A pleasant smirk would slowly creep along her scarred maw. The new Queen quite content and comfortable. It did not bother her how his golden eyes would ravage over her mauled frame. It did not surprise her that others would want to observe the she-wolf with numerous scars. Even her face, though disgusting, had its own sense of beauty. She was not an easy looker. Her age didn’t do anything to help her. Yet she was not one that truly cared about her appearance. Each scar on her flesh was a reminder, a tale that spoke of her capability of being a survivor. Not many can say the same. It was no surprise that she was observing certain individuals within these lands for those that she believed would thrive within her pack. She was a Monster herself and she knew that she did not walk along. There were others similar to her. Fate had seemed kind enough to tether her soul to a creature that was like her, in many ways, and she was slowly turning content with their bond. Like any leader she was in need of loyal followers and she knew that those that were like her, were capable of loyalty, if they could be presented with the correct candidate. Though she knew not everyone, like her, would be adaptable to the idea, but she figured there was no harm in trying. She remained standing still and she would speak once more attempting to entice the young male.

“How would you like to sink your teeth in living flesh? Do you truly want to put more rotting flesh into your body?”