A Fiery Gaze That Burns With Purpose

Soft and smooth the temptress would roam through the paths that dipped and weaved through the under body of the canopy of the rigidline ; each step that she took was careful and precise as the siren moved with a smooth and fluid grace , as if the stones were reaching towards her to make sure that she would not fall. To others it might have been seen as an interesting effect – a mirage and a piece of their imagination as they watched the mistress display acts of distance that should not have been made. The crowned tempress’s concentration was met with a knitted brow and ears pulled back tight against her ivory crown , tips brushing either side of her neck , with eyes slit to keep everything easy and smooth. Dreaming , perhaps that was what many wolves would think to believe as they watched the mistress move who seemed to almost floating above the ground. Erebus’ breath labored however , as her paws would leave the rocky crops to that of the path , skane had always held her word and this ground beneath the femme was no different . It was cropped and clean , it moved with an easiness beneath her touch , the Countess was not perfect and neither was the ground . A headache would thrum between her temples , her ears reaching a cacophony in a fever pitch as she reclined upon her haunches . Bodice would grace the floor as it her rough , scrapping the fur and the delicate skin beneath . Lavander orbs would be gone from the world as the cream and white color would meet and forge , as the temptress would rest for a moment in the shade of a maple tree’s wide branches .

Atittude. Thats all the temptress had to offer. She didn't cared about the title of the lups she met, if there were mens she would easily manipulate them in doing as she desired and if there were females and gather her craved respect good if not, they will go through hell with this manipulative demoness who doesn't know anything but lie. As the offensive comment reaches her ear lober, her lavander optics slowly opened, the maiden ebon eye lashed pattern suavely as she watched the tall femme in front of her. "No, rather, I blow him." she chuckled quietly giveing the ironical comment, the little attention whore, wasn't the type to get all offended by some useless comments. She would rather turn them back twice worst then get all bitchy and mad over it and spit her title in front of her. No, she knew better. The demoness rise on her slender delicate limbs as she strentched, her backside moveing from side to side seductivly as she did.

A light breeze seemed to do the maiden a favor by sending her, her scent;; those lavander eyes only proved to turn towards her direction. Humming briefly to her self, she flicked a darkly colored ears just as she waited in her spot, calmly and seemingly relaxed for that matter. The mistress had very little to no reason to be tense around this female; sure she was smaller then her but she knew looks could just as equally be deceiving as could ones powers in these strange lands; she had her own but she did not go around using them except for when it suited her most. Hunting down prey or even chasing after someone or perhaps fleeing to save her own hide but that was rare as a black rose.
"Blanid. Alice Blanid, the fantasma." A light chuckle escaped her lips as she practically demanded her name, perhaps a bit of teasing and keeping him on the edge would be fun; for awhile. That italian accent making it self known as she used the word phantom; simply it fitted her form. He had the colors to go with such a figure of any standing. What proved to be the most notable thing about her were those lavander eyes; any that proved to hold such a color normally were said to be blind yet she was not. A curios thing indeed. "Volpe." another italian word, which simply meant fox; it was not the fae name, not any where near it, but she surely looked like one.

It was this time of the year that she enjoyed the most, reminded her of a heart that everyone said was laced in ice. Her own. They called her evil, wretched, sick, twisted. All sorts of names bestowed upon her face. The names didn't bother the lady though, the only thing that bothered her was the fact that she was kicked from her rightful place because of opinions. It was demeaning, and it irritated her in ways she couldn't even begin to put to words. Pale, and ghostly. Her appearance was odd, like his brother. However entirely opposite at the same time. She was not the typical albino. No, the temptess was a mix. Sheet white, like she was going to vanish at the touch almost instantly but with cream and black scattered on her coat. Maybe she was, maybe she would vanish into thin air, and become nothing. Just a figment of ones imagination. It was a nice idea to think on, and it brought a twisted little smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Ears pulled forward on her tiny crown, shifting and twisting in the direction of the woman questiom. Eyes sweeping across the horizon.
Finally, something interesting would grace itself with presence. Carrying herself closer to the woman with a great pride, she held herself high, regal, walking with dignity. Mind drifted for a moment, she couldn't help but wonder where her brother was. They had agreed to stick close, at least until they found some place new to call home. Shaking her head with slight irritation she continued on her way. "I believe you already know the answer to that foolish question." her italian tongue rang through the air. Tilting her ivory mask to the side curiously, wondering if she even knew what she was questioning, she loved using her two other languages to fool with the minds of the unknowing yet she controled herself now. Sighing, she shifted her weight, holding herself tall, she peered into her eyes without hesitation, a brave thing she was. "Tell me what you seek in this world." she questioned, voice smooth as silk. Her words were not harsh or demanding which.