t.aste the blood

[Lattan]

»A hunteress wandered into the land of rocks and dirt with a glaring stare of focus engraved into her eyes that almost make her seem like she was on a hunter. Her crown was held slightly low as she weaved her way through the rocks. She was on a journey so it seemed. The rocks of the area would reach up and try to catch her, but her paws moved along them with ease and left them farther behind with each step. Her movement was graceful and agile. She stopped suddenly from her trot to look around at the barren land, but then picked it back up without no time and continued on her way with an upbeat pace.

»Her pearl pelt hung over her frame tightly, showing off her muscles and the fine body that she was gifted with from the gods above. She was a looker, indeed a fine find for any brute stupid enough to try to get her. She was titled 'the sinner with an angel's face' for a reason though. She was beautiful yet dangerous. It was not smart to get too close to her for, though the sight of her may make you wish she was yours, she was not one to follow rules and let most anyone get close enough to see the hatred in her eyes and turn to run. But, on her behalf, they were stupid brutes that did not know how to talk to a lady respectfully, none the less her. So, they had it coming and if it wasn't going to be her who took their meaningless lives, it would of been another fae.

»Her pistons finally halted as her nostrils took in the smells of the area. This was were the mafia was suppose to be. She had heard rumors of it and she wanted to see it for herself. She wanted to gain entry into these lands. She had no where else to go, so she figured she try here first. Her crown was thrown back as her maw ripped out and a howl echoed through her throat and out into the lands. She was no afraid of the rumors that some had been killed trying to gain loyality here. She had taken stared death down too many times to be after of it anymore.