More and more shadows seemed to grow and flicker, whether they turned into wolves or not was a matter of luck it seemed. And as luck would have it another assassin had joined in on the fun. Only this one didn’t come out of the shadows, he continued to dance in their depths while slate grey eyes watched on. He only came out minimally at first, his presence fully observed by the ivory monster before the bloody haloed pup. The fading sun cast a red hued ring around her, making her midnight blue eyes more striking, in contrast. “You'd need a dedicated trainer, of course. Someone to teach you the ropes and to push you beyond your limits. Someone to make sure your upbringing made you into a truly valuable asset for Abendrot.” Nova’s piercing eyes bored holes into the black slated brute as he paced round and round the group. His form making the rise and fall with his presence.

She took a quick glance back to the Ice King, making sure he didn’t want her attention, nor the warrioress beside him. But at least they all seemed intrigued by her words. She looked back to the onyx robe pacing round and round, his slate eyes fixed on her equally striking midnight gazers. She felt no need to speak, all words were almost invisible. A delicate line was being drawn between her and this mysterious shadow, “With your permission, Kershov.” The shadow’s lyrics entertained her thoughts for a bit while he proceeded to sit beside her. His final circle bringing him to a complete halt, his body coming to rest beside hers. Nova smiled almost wickedly, she had three wolves all focused on her, and she loved it.

Nova turned to look at the brute next to her. He was battle worn and strong, but the scent of a femme clung to his pelt, though this didn’t intrigue the girl as much as Kershov’s everlasting smile. She was curious to know if this scent belonged to a strong vixen who could be her “mother”, per say. She just wanted to feel needed and loved in some way, even if it meant training for battle. “I appeal to every need, I’ll train to every discipline. I’ll will be whatever you want me to be.” Her words dripped from her mouth like silvery blood, every words more deadly than the last. She was twisted, but she didn’t know how twisted. She would never understand her twisted mind, unless someone released her inner demon. And this shadowy assassin seemed like just the one to do it.