Ravaged minds were few and far between in her homeland of Moladion, but Imbra had surrounded herself by those of such kind. She had Sekhmet, a powerful and dangerous female who had become a romantic interest. Sekh had ambitions far beyond Imbra’s own - if Imbra even had any - and had become alpha of a pack known for outcasts and those that think… outside of the box. Imbra was certain that she had future there with her closest comrade but fate had determined otherwise.
Within her first night of finding Blossom Forest she was fortunate enough to find this place; something so akin to home. Not even the foreboding energy that encased the caverns could drive her away, instead, she felt drawn to it and enraptured with it. It eased the darkness in her soul and calmed the madness that raked quietly at the back of her brain. For others, it may have a different effect.
Her dark figure weaves slowly through the varying tunnels that delve deeper into the system. The shadows have completely melded with her form and no light was to be found in the small hallway that she now traipsed through. The rhythmic dripping of distant water echoed softly off of the walls as the rumbling voice of another broke into its beat. It was taunting, dark, and demonic. A male’s timbre for certain. Her hackles slowly raised into the air like dark gray quills as she expected him to find her location soon, but she was not fearful. Instead, she followed his voice, pinpointing its location and backtracking through another tunnel to step up to him from behind.
She is silent as always, restraining her movement to be as noiseless as possible, and not uttering a single word. Dark pink eyes study him as he moves in the shadows, much of his coloration muted from lack of light. In the distance a flicker of light barely reaches to their depth as the storm rages on. She catches a better glimpse of him, color and all, and he is more familiar to her than she would like to believe. His markings, the color of them, they are so similar to her dearest partner. A pang of regret washes over her as she is reminded of Sekhmet and the fact that she had abandoned her back home. But she is here now and there is no going back. She has to start over; though that doesn’t always mean the outcomes must be the same.
Her voice, calm and feminine in tone, reaches out to him softly and in an eerily composed manner. ”Who are you.” It is a brave demand more than a question, and the likes of this creature could do nothing to frighten her compared to what her life was like before.